#dont worry there will be a gregory set

[theofaron]

BETTER LOVERS - A WHITE HORSE COVERED IN BLOOD

[puhpandas]

Rabbit Burrow

(5180 words) part 2 (1 found here)

Tony Becker, one year after surviving the attack from GGY, tracks down Gregory post-SB. But he has to get through Vanessa and Freddy before he can get to Gregory.

Its only after Tony has run through the interaction with Vanessa ten times over that he realizes she never told him how she knows Gregory.

He'd been nothing but restless since she left. His eyes have been darting to and from the digital clock on the end table on the other side of arm of the couch, and his brain has been so scattered, all he can focus on is the awaiting reunion.

The baking show has long since switched to a new episode since he last checked the TV. Tony's worried that at this point, his fingers will start bleeding if he keeps picking at them like this.

The only saving grace in a long chunk of nothing-but-anticipation is when Tony's phone buzzes at 6:01pm, right when he had started to gather his thoughts and began plan out the reunion in his head like remembering a speech.

Ellis: dude where r u????

Ellis: yr mom said u arent home and she keeps asking me if ur with me and where u r

All Tony does is sigh. He cant even find it in him to feel bad that his Mom and Grandma are probably worried. All he can think about is how his arms are shaking and his stomach feels floaty.

He types back with thumbs that have peeling skin on the edge of the fingernails.

Tony: Remember how I covered for you that one time?

Tony: I need you to cover for me. If you need to tell her that I'm with you and I'm staying over do that. I just need any excuse.

Ellis: yea i remember but why?

Ellis: if a guy covers for u u can at least tell him what the deal is

Tony: I'm doing something really important. I can't tell you all the details yet.

Tony: I just need you to trust me. Please. It'll help me out a lot, Ellis.

Tony: I promise I'll make it up to you next time you need something.

Ellis: dude didnt know it was that important

Ellis: dont worry then. u know i can tell a mean lie when i need to

Tony: Dude thanks. That's a big relief. It wont be in vain.

Ellis: my services will not be for free tho

Ellis: i will need something in return

Tony: What do you want?

Ellis: for u to buy me a cookie next time i see u at lunch

Tony finds it in him to roll his eyes at that. He smiles a bit, and right as he goes to send back I'll buy you two, Freddy Fazbear makes some sort of clunking sound.

Its enough to make his already fluttery heart clench and himself almost fly off of the couch. He jerks and yelps and can only stare Freddy Fazbears black eyelids phwip open, and his pupils glow..

They're blank, though, like they're on but Freddy himself isnt. His body whirs and shifts slowly, as if running a diagnostic, and after his ears wiggle, theres a clear difference.

Tony just sits rigid as a board with eyes wide as saucers as Freddy doesnt notice him right away. He just takes the jump cables off of his ears and sets them on the carpet, and moves his torso to face the window.

Which Tony is blocking. Since hes on the couch sitting directly next to the animatronic.

Theres a staring contest with a distinct lack of breathing for all but a few moments, before the small black plastic pieces that are Freddys eyebrows tilt downwards.

"Wait wait wait!" Tony holds out his hands, but Freddy doesnt get off the couch and attack him like his fears. Freddys eyes dont leave his once, and it reminds him too much of those few times Freddy would stare him down and be hot on his heels in the Pizzaplex during the GGY debacle.

Freddy pauses, not even so much as twitching as he burns an LED hole into him. Tony tries to get over the unease and stutters out, "Um, Vanessa trusts me. I talked to her. She told me to stay here."

For a fleeting moment, Tony believes he somehow said the wrong thing and that Freddy is now going to grab him and beat him into a pulp like he feared back at the Pizzaplex all that time ago. But during the rigid silence, the glow in Freddys eyes flickers for half a second, and some sort of beeping sound emits from a hidden speaker.

"I have just contacted her." Freddy finally breaks the tension, and Tony sighs at how his voice does not sound aggressive. In fact, Freddy hadn't spoken at all when Tony had been afraid of him last year. "You are telling the truth... my apologies."

"Theres no issue." Tony manages when Freddy looks so undoubtedly apologetic theres no doubt that he's not genuine. He scratches the back of his neck. "...I guess I wouldnt be too keen on a stranger being in my house when I wake up either."

"Yes," Freddy nods, and his ears bob at the motion. Theres a split second of silence where the baking show Tony hasn't caught a single second of is the only noise in the room. "so that begs the question; why are you here?"

Tony jerks. "What?"

"You are a stranger in my house, like you said." Freddy points out, not unkindly. "I would appreciate knowing why. Even if you already went over it with Vanessa."

"Oh. Well. I dont know what all Vanessa told you, but... I'm here for Gregory."

Freddy doesnt immediately turn distrustful or wary like Vanessa had. Probably because he already knows Tony is a friend. "She said you were an old friend of his." Freddy confirms. His "So, you are the boy Gregory talks to much about."

Tony doesnt really know how to respond to that. He grabs a fold of fabric from the arm of his jacket in-between his fingers. "Uh...yeah."

"I'm sure you've already talked to Vanessa. So I wont beat around the bush." Freddy says. "But Gregory has tried so hard to remember you."

Tony brows furrow. "...She said he has dreams sometimes. And that's how he knows I-- we exist."

"Yes." Freddy nods."But she probably did not tell you that he tries to figure out what reminded him of you, so he can continue to keep dreaming."

Tony's eyes widen, and he picks at his fingers. No. Vanessa did not mention that. She said nothing about Gregory actively searching for Tony around his life to see him in his dreams.

Freddys LED eyes dim, and his ears and eyelids droop in a clear sign of upset. "It breaks my heart. To see Gregory try to gather the broken pieces of his memories." His eyes stare at the couch cushion below them, before they dart up to look him in the eye. "You were obviously very important to him, if he searches like this."

"He is to me too." Is all Tony can manage. He's suddenly getting a sense adjacent to deja vu.

"Its clear that he is." Freddy is still looking him in the eye, but somehow, Tony feels like he's smiling at him. "If you came all this way to see him."

And he really did come a long way, didnt he? He took a bus to a different county. He spent hours and hours scouring the internet for any mention of Greg after he suddenly up and went missing as soon by the time Tony had recovered enough to look for him.

Greg has searched too, apparently. Tony cant help but be aware of. Even after losing his memories.

"What is your name?" Freddy suddenly asks him.

"Tony Becker." Tony answers easily. "I guess he doesnt remember my name, huh?"

"No. But he has tried. Believe me when I say that." Freddy says. "He wants to know more about his life before what happened more than anything."

"...You think he'll be happy to see me?"

"There is no doubt, Tony Becker."

The last time he had seen Greg, it was in a dusty back room with a knife in his back.

But despite that, it isnt what Tony thinks when he thinks Greg. When he thinks of Greg, he thinks of the sleepovers and the days Greg would show up at school one day with his hair different lengths. He thinks about how He, Greg, and Ellis would Vs. eachother on the air hockey machine. He thinks about the stories they'd come up with in creative writing.

When he thinks of that afternoon at the Pizzaplex, he doesnt think Greg. He thinks GGY. Maybe its that first inkling of separation that got him here.

Theres been a stretch of silence while Tony soaked it in. The rain outside has slowed, and the sun peeking through the gray clouds shines through the window, white lines on the coffee table like the blinds are a stencil.

"But the truth is... I do not think Vanessa feels the same." Freddy suddenly says. "She wants to protect him from the awful memories. I do not have to deal with them like she does, but I assume they... that they haunt her."

His ears droop. "I believe that she does not want Gregory to have to as well."

"So shes trying to keep them from him?" Tony asks, a brow raised. "But that's his choice, isn't it?"

"That is how I feel." Freddy agrees, looking at him again. It's starting to become less uncomfortable. "Listen, Tony Becker. I may not know for sure, but I feel that Vanessa is afraid to let you near Gregory. Seeing you will make him remember so much."

His mind immediately jumps to a thousand implications at that."If shes scared, what does that mean?" He asks. "She'll make me leave? She'll change her mind?"

"I do not think so." Freddy assures. "But my point is that she has been trying for so long to keep Gregorys memories under wraps. It is not with malice, but this is why I ask you this."

"Gregory has long since chosen to remember, even if Vanessa does not want him to." Freddy says havent left his once, and Tony doesnt look away, either. Freddys pupils suddenly appear brighter in a way when he speaks again, "To keep them from him after he has already made his choice would be cruel. Which is why I would like you to help him, Tony Becker."

Tony hasnt forgotten how Greg fought for him that day at the Pizzaplex. He hasnt forgotten how all that mattered was Tony escaping. Not if Greg would get in trouble. Not if something would happen to him.

Gregory has, though. Greg has forgotten a lot of things.

But if seeing Tony in danger that fateful afternoon made him remember himself enough to fight, and win against mind control?

Tony can fight for Greg's memories, too. Even if it takes another year.

"He deserves to remember his old life." Freddy says. "Vanessa has told me that his parents are dead. Any life he had before is nothing but a faint memory." He hums, melancholy. "But it's one I want him to remember."

Me too Tony almost says. Because all Tony has wanted throughout this last year is his friend back.

"Greg was one of my best friends." Tony says quietly, eyes downcast. He counts the threads in the couch cushion. "I want him to remember me and Ellis and... everything. It's why I'm here."

"I have not been able to help him, no matter how much I've wanted to." Freddy responds, sounding sad. "But I am glad you are here. Now Gregory truly has a chance of obtaining what hes been chasing for so long."

"Me too." Tony replies, not knowing which exactly hes responding too.

"So," Freddy pauses. "what do you say?"

"I'll do it." Tony responds immediately. "But... I just have to ask. Why do you trust me so much? Vanessa wouldnt even tell me anything until I answered her riddles."

Freddy hums. "It is exactly as you said." Freddy answers. "You earned Vanessa's trust. So in turn you have earned my trust. I trust Vanessa to trust you."

Tony doesnt respond, for a moment, just taking that in.

The amount of faith you have in someone to trust them that much. To know you can rely on them. To have no doubt...

Tony glances at the hallway he can see just over the back of the couch and down the hall into the room with the slightly open door, with the pens and pencils and bed and desk, and wonders how tightly wound the people in this house are with eachother.

"...Then I'll return the favor." Tony smiles. "You're friends of Greg's, and, well... I was friends with him, once upon an time. And he still seems to think so." He holds out a hand. "Any friend of Greg's is a friend of mine."

Freddys ears wiggle, and his eyelids come up in a way that make him look overjoyed. "Any friend of Gregory's is a friend of mine." Freddy repeats, shaking Tony's hand. "We are in this together, now. We will have to be there for Gregory if he remembers not so great things."

"And for the great things." Tony smiles, going over the few months worth of memories of their three amigos friendship he has in his head. "Its worth it, I think."

After all, if Tony's found a way to seperate killer Greg with his Greg, then he thinks Gregory probably can as well.

"I'm glad we have that settled." Freddys ears wiggle, and his eyes do that dimming thing again for half a second. "Because Vanessa has just contacted me and let me know that she is almost back with Gregory."

He makes some sort of choking noise. Theres a thousand things on the tip of Tony's tongue in seconds. His eyes blow wide as saucers, and he twists his back to look at the clock that reads 6:34.

He immediately feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on his head. He stutters, trying to gather his thoughts, and eventually gets out "How long?!"

"Soon." Freddy smiles. "It wont be long, now. It seems all the work you've done has paid off."

Tony cant find it in him to move his mouth after that. Just too rigid. It feels like theres electricity buzzing up his skin and a wildfire in his chest. It feels like he cold start floating like a balloon at any moment.

He doesnt respond to Freddy, after that. He just twists his body to face the front door (his back twinges. maybe he shouldn't slouch over his laptop and desk so much) and waits.

A few minutes is nothing in the grand scheme of things. Not really when its put up against the year he's taken to track Greg down. But its somehow more agonizing waiting now when he knows Greg is in arms reach, instead of it being uncertain if he'd ever see him again.

It's not uncertain, now. Is the thing. Greg is on his way, and Tony, for once, doesn't even know what to think. All he can do is sit there and be clammy and impatient.

Freddy chuckles. Tony ignores it. He burns a hole into the front door just across the living room, only hearing his own jumbled thoughts and roaring in his ears over the baking show on the TV.

Its Winter right now. So by 6:45, all the light outside has darkened into pitch blackness. The residential street lights outside the apartments make the raindrops on the window glow. The TV is still going in the background.

Freddy is as still as he is, joining him in watching the door as restless as a bored puppy. Listening to the ventilation inside of Freddys inner workings is the only thing that reminds Tony to breathe.

After multiple agonizing minutes, Tony jerks when the slam of a car door is heard distantly outside the window.

"Are you ready, Tony Becker?" Freddy breaks the silence. Looking back at Freddy is the first time Tony looks away from the door. "We do not know how much he will remember at first. It may be messy. It may not."

Messy is definitely a word he would use to describe a lot of the things that have happened, here. So he just nods, a tilt of his head. "I'm ready."

"He is ready, too." replies Freddy.

And that's all that's said until the doorknob begins to rattle.

All that Tony manages is a strangled gasp before he's bolting off the couch, almost tripping over Freddys legs. His converse slide on the laminate wood, and he stands there. In perfect view of the door.

His legs feel cold and his chest airy as he watches. He waits for movement, and cant help the tremble in his hands when the deadbolt unlocks. He can hear voices. Only because hes straining his ears, but he can hear a high pitched voice muffled and faint behind the door.

The doorknob rattles, and Tony watches as the deadbolt unlocks from the inside. His heart stutters in his chest when he hears voices outside, and he can pinpoint one of the pitches as Greg's.

"Come on, Vanessa. Were home. Now tell me what the suprise is!"

"I think you'll want to see it for yourself, Greg."

"Its inside? Well what could it possibly be if you wont even give me a hint--"

The knob twists, and the door creaks open. Its steady and agonizingalmost as if it's in slow motion.

And there he is.

Theres the pale skin and short stature and blue clothes. Tony isnt breathing when he just looks, and sees the boy he'd been searching for so long right in front of him.

He has raindrops in his chocolate brown hair. Greg doesnt look away from Vanessa while he walks in, at first, but Vanessa looks away from Gregory. She meets his eyes, and Tony doesnt have it in him to dissect what the look could mean.

All he cares about is how Greg follows her gaze.

He stops in his tracks, his mud stained Pizzaplex brand sneakers planting him firmly in place.

It's like everything else falls away when Greg meets his eyes. Huge, amber eyes that grow as wide as saucers when they see him. Theres a dark jagged scar wrapped around his cheek that makes it to his nose that wasnt there before.

The silence is deafening, as they just stand there and stare at eachother. Tony thinks he isnt breathing. Theres electricity shooting up his spine. His fingers twitch and tremble. Greg just stares, mouth agape.

Tony's own twitches, and he smacks his lips together, testing if he can still speak at all. His legs are rooted to the ground as he says, just above a whisper, "Greg."

Greg's face shifts ever so slightly, and it's only now Tony realizes his eyes are a bit faraway. Like he's...

Remembering something.

In an instant, they dart and blink, and Greg is looking at him again.

Tony dares to break through the water by taking a step. He never tears his eyes away from Gregory's own.

At some point, Vanessa moved away from the door and somewhere else in the house.

Which means the coast is clear when Tony takes a step, and then another, and Greg is meeting him in the middle.

Hes almost sprinting when they crash into eachother like waves. Immediately, Tony wraps his arms around Greg tight, and Greg clutches back just as desperately.

"Tony." Gregory says breathlessly. Tony can feel Greg's hair brush against his cheek and his hands ball up his jacket. "Its you. That's your name. You're the..."

"The one you've been dreaming about?" Tony chuckles, and to his suprise, it's a little wet. His legs ache from pushing himself into the hug so much, but he ignores it. "Yeah. Me and Ellis. Your friends."

"Tony and Ellis." Greg repeats, and Tony could cry at how it's the same voice in all of his memories. A few things are different; Gregory's face has changed a bit, and so has his hair and clothes. But all of the things that made him Greg back then are still here.

"I--" Greg stutters. "I tried so hard to remember anything about you. I was gonna track you down, I hope you know. Cause you're the only things I remember about..."

"I know, Greg." Tony replies. Greg pulls away from the hug, and Tony still has a grip on his shoulders. "They told me everything."

He jerks his head towards Freddy and Vanessa, and when Greg looks over at him, Freddys ears wiggle and Vanessa does a small little wave.

"Some suprise." Gregory chuckles, wiping at his dry eyes. "Jeez, its just-- I just remembered so much. Just by seeing you, and--"

Greg's eyes turn a little misty as he looks in Tony's own. "We were friends." He says. "And I forgot you for so long."

"It wasnt your fault." Tony smiles slightly. Greg still has to look up at him a bit, like he did last time Tony saw him. "Freddy and Vanessa told me you tried your best to remember us."

Gregory nods, glancing over at them. "I did." He says. "I wanted to know what triggered the first dream so bad. But... I never figured it out."

"I guess it doesn't matter now." Tony says. "I'm right here in front of you, and you remember now. Ellis'll be really glad to see you, too."

Gregory chuckles. "I missed him." He says. "I missed you, too."

"Me too." Tony replies, and it doesn't feel like those two words can encapsulate how much Tony has felt the past year. "Ellis really missed you as well. He still is. You don't know what happened to him when you went missing."

Gregory ducks his head, eyes downcast. "I wish I did."

Tony eyes Freddy from the corner of his eye, and he nods. Tony looks back towards Greg. "I can tell you some stuff, if you want. Vanessa said something reminded you of me one day." He smiles. "I can try to help remind you of stuff enough to remember more."

Gregory's head shoots up, and to Tony's suprise, tears gather in his eyes. As quick as they come, he ducks his head, using the sleeve of his navy jacket to wipe them away. "Yeah." He sniffs. "That'd be great."

"I'm glad you guys reunited." Vanessa pipes up to their left. "But, Gregory, I think you should go take a breather. I wanna talk to Tony anyway."

Greg doesnt answer for a second, but eventually he nods, smiling at Tony as he peels himself away. Tony takes note of how the tooth Gregory had been missing last year is still gone.

Tony watches him go, and his eyes dont leave his back until the door to his room shuts.

"Kid," Vanessa grabs his attention. She gestures to sit down on the couch, and he moves over, sitting in-between Freddy and her. "that went well. Really well."

Tony just nods, not able to shake the trembling in his fingers and the floaty feeling in his chest.

"It doesnt seem like he remembered anything bad." Vanessa points out. "He couldnt have. He wouldn't be so calm if he did, trust me."

Tony remembers Freddys words about how Vanessa grapples with the things shes done, so he does. He nods again, and Vanessa smiles. "So that's good. Listen, kid. If you can somehow have Gregory remember his old life without any of the mind control murder stuff, that would be the best case scenario."

Freddy whirs and straightens out a but, opening his mouth to speak, but he stops at the last second. "It wouldnt be unfair to Gregory if he wasnt remembering anything good, Fred." Vanessa points out.

"That is true." Freddy agrees. "There is no point in Gregory remembering anything harmful to him if avoidable. Vanessa knows that better than anyone."

Tony opens his mouth to speak, but pauses.

Not remember anything bad? As in he wouldnt be able to remember that day at the Pizzaplex?

How Greg had put himself on the line and fought for Tony's life? How he'd succeeded? How Tony always desperately wanted to see Greg again just to talk about it?

Words get caught in his throat, but he pushes them down and shoves his feelings aside. He just nods. "I'll do my best."

"Thanks." Vanessa says, and she sounds more relieved than Tony's ever heard anyone. She puts a hand on his shoulder, offering him a smile. "Really. Thank you, kid. I'd do anything for Gregory to never have to remember the same things I do."

Tony just nods again, finding that for the first time in his life, he has no words to say. "Yeah."

"I am sure you're dying to catch up with Gregory." Freddy smiles. "Go on, Tony Becker. We will give you both space."

Tony smiles, shooting up and shimmying past Freddys legs in-between the coffee table towards the hall. "Okay. Sure." He only lingers for another moment to say "Thanks!"

Its jet black outside when Tony passes a window, and by the time he makes it to Greg's room, the only light available is a small table lamp on the desk with paper strewn about. Greg sits on his bed, deep in thought, before snapping out of it when Tony walks in.

"Hey." Gregory smiles, and Tony grins back when he shuts the door behind him. He cant help how his eyes wander about the room, taking in every detail as he moves further into the room. His backpack is tossed on the floor beside his bed, and theres comic pages and drawings thumbtacked up across every wall. Theres a corkboard with blocky letters written on paper sheets scattered around, and his bedsheets have constellations on them.

Tony's eyes linger on the desk, where there are multiple comics covering every inch, some half-finished and some fully colored.

"You would draw comics when we were friends, too." Tony says, making his way over and peering at all of the different drawings. "I'd call them graphic novels. I'd write the story and you'd draw."

"I think I had a dream about that." Greg says. "We'd go in your room and brainstorm, right?"

"Yeah." Tony smiles. He looks at the dates scribbles in the corners of them all, and notices that most of them are recent.

"Its one of the only dreams I had." Gregory says. "It... it would make me so mad because it never went any different. And it had been the only indication you even existed for so long." He chuckles without humor. "The other dreams weren't much different, but, well, I was never really able to figure out how to trigger a new dream."

As he keeps looking, some of the older comics, like the ones on the walls and the underneath the piles of recent ones have dates from a few months ago.

It's like a tiny lightbulb goes off above his head. He turns to Gregory, asking "Do you remember when you had the first dream?"

Gregory pauses for a moment. "Yeah." He says. "It was a few months ago. The first dream I had was about us drawing comics in your room."

Tony smiles, finding the earliest date to be near October last year. Its February now. "Did you ever think the thing that triggered that memory was drawing a comic?"

Tony watches as the gears turn in Greg's head. Hes silent for a moment, before muttering, "No. I didnt."

Tony looks at the window on the wall by Greg's bed and watches as raindrops drip down the screen on the other side. Crickets are chirping faintly, and he can hear Freddy and Vanessa's voices muffled behind the door.

The days events catch up to him, and right as the first inkling of tiredness creep up on him, he says "So how about we try to make a comic together like the dream? Maybe it'll bring back some new memories."

Gregory is silent for a moment, and Tony watches as his eyes widen, and a grin gradually stretches across his face. "Okay." He says. "Yeah. Let's do it."

So it's in Greg's room, instead of Tony's, where they hunker down for the night and squish next to eachother on the same chair at the same desk and brainstorm a comic. Tony makes a point of calling it a graphic novel like he used to, because Greg would always say something about it, and unsurprisingly, this time is no different.

The only light is from Gregory's small table lamp shoved to the very corner to make room for more papers, and it's only when they have everything ready does Greg finally ask about the story.

"You said you'd write the story and I'd draw." Gregory says. His shoulder is pressed up against Tony's on the chair and his voice is loud in his ear. "So what's the story?"

Tony hums for a second, jumbled thoughts and ideas running course in his mind, then he gets an idea.

He grins slowly as it dawns on him. He glances over at Greg.

"You always liked nonfiction better, right?" Gregory says, voice up an octave like a question. "Real life stuff."

"Yeah." Tony confirms. "This is a real story."

"So tell me." Greg smiles, leaning back to get a good view of Tony. Tony himself does the same, and Greg is doing one of those lopsided smiles that shows off his missing tooth. "And I'll start drawing the panels."

Its only after theyve hunkered down does Tony really let himself revel in the fact that he found Greg, and he's here and okay. It may not be perfect, since Tony never really will be able to speak to that Gregory that saved him that day and thank him, but its content. Tony has his friend back, and he can't ask for any more.

He's long since decided on a story when he finally tells Gregory. He smiles softly, before saying,

"This story is about a kid named Gregory, who once hacked the school PA speakers and started beatboxing."

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Ellis: um so how long will i have to keep this up???

Ellis: would be nice to know

Tony: I dont know how long I'll be gone.

Tony: I'll buy you as many cookies as you want for this.

Ellis: we will negotiate when you come back

Ellis: for now ill uphold my end of the deal mr. becker

Tony: I'll uphold mine early.

Tony sent an image

Image ID: A boy with short dark brown hair and a green jacket angling the camera so by his head is a boy with pale skin and chocolate brown hair. The boy with dark hair is smiling and the boy with brown hair is looking suprised at the camera.

Ellis is typing...

ao3 link

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Little time travel au ending that i scrapped bc i will probably never go anywhere with it

putting it under the cut bc its long

Evan Gregory Charlie and Elizabeth go to fredbears to finally reveal william as the killer with their evidence and stuff???

and then michael is looking for evidence alone back at his house.

cassidy and the missing children are set up as "bait" for william to kill them. he thinks they're clueless, they in fact are not.

but william doesnt show up. charlie goes out to look around and sees william coming back and hides from him

the others are worried, but when william comes in and reveals he knows theyre there, charlie realizes what he most have done.

she tries to get in, but shes locked out. (its raining ofc.) she runs back to the afton house to find michael with a stab wound to the gut on the ground.

she manages to wake him and they run (as best they can) back to fredbears.

william ofc has springbonnie suit on. dont ask how that works idc idc

evan and gregory are trying to keep william away from the other kids. william throws evan into fredbear and his arm gets stuck in fredbears mouth. like he bites down on it :(

william is about to kill greg when cassidy and lizzie run up and try to stop him.

charlie and michael arrive and charlie's trying to get in, michael climbs onto the roof. there's a hatch in the roof meant for storage(?) idk.

michael, still wounded, jumps down onto williams back. this knocks him over and sets off the springlocks, which michael hadnt known it was going to 😭

william dies and elizabeth calls the police and henry arrives and ajfidsfdsjfds happy stuff :(((

"does he possess springtrap?" thats a question for another day ;)

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1, 2, 10, 15 for the end of the year selfship asks!! (@digitalheartbeat)

Ask Game

YIPEEEE LETS GOOOO

have you gained any new F/Os this year?

YES The main ones I've gained are Ratoo(Cult of the Lamb), Ratau(Cult of the Lamb) and Radley Heeler(Bluey) and Cromdo Face(Bugsnax)!!! My Biggest ones are Cromdo of course, and Radley!! Life changers...

2. if you did add any new F/Os to your list this year, was there someone who you absolutely didn't expect would end up becoming an F/O? if so, did it take you a long time to realize you like them, or did they take your heart by storm?

I for REAL didn't expect Radley to become my Bluey F/O. I was always leaning more towards Stripe, but after actually watching the show...IDK I just Really love Radley. I also did not expect to end up liking Ratoo a bit more than his brother(I LOVE YOU TOO RATAU DONT WORRY BABY) considering I had no feelings towards him when I first started playing the game. I just started thinking more and more abt him and drawing him...Then I designed Alpha and well. Now Alpha and Ratoo are married.

10. have you bought any merch of your F/O or other items that remind you of them this year?

AHEEHEE I bought a rare figure of Gregory along with most of the GHS miniatures set (I'm missing a few sadly. They're so hard to get in the US.) My friend Taylor also got me the figure set with Radley in it which I was HYPE abt.

15. is there any piece of selfship-related content you've created this year that you're particularly fond of? (this can be art, writing, a headcanon you came up with, etc. anything counts!)

I'm really happy with this pic tbh! It's a vague redraw of an old old pic from 2009. Bubs is a true Beloved as well. I wanna draw more Homestar Runner stuff this upcoming yr.

[speaking-at-the-theater]

otgw

watching over the garden wal!!! obviously spoilers so like, watch out for that. this is gonna be a long one as i plan to do the whole series at once so we go on until the picture limit breaks and then we start another post

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the intro has such vibes. the best part about it being a miniseries is that it doesnt worry about like. spoilers. it can just tell you “this is the short of it, now lemme tell you the long of it.”

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the chorus that starts playing when wirt is like “where are we”??? haunting. where can i find it?

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whoever wrote this knows exactly how to write kids i love it

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“welcome to the unknown boys, you’re mor elost than you realize” indeed

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greg- greg no- bad idea. dont go towards the forest.

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what is up with that turtle???

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“it is your burden to bear” thank you mr woodsman

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ep 2

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the drawings in the wood in the intro. what’s up with that

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“the good woman of the woods”....i dont believe that. that’s sus.

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that festival seems so interesting??? –

what do you mean the fucking pumpkin *talks*

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love that “patient is the night” song

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oo that was…a plot twist

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that “you’ll join us someday” is…….something

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the fuck. is up. with the leaf.

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ep 3-

“see, no willpower whatsoever” ms beatrice. what. 

i mean its true though

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aww, that school concert was such a clever idea! and that small twist. when you hear greg say “let’s steal the instruments” you think he’s still thinking about giving them back to the school for fun. but then the concert is revealed and you see “oh, greg isnt as stupid as he seems”, it’s cute.

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ep 4

songs of the dark lantern??? sounds interesting

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that highwayman animation is so???? idk. it’s weird. thy were bordering the uncanny valley for this one and i think it was on purpose

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the fuck. is up. with those trees. i want answers.

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haha. the beast is fucking terryfying i’ll be seeing it in my nightmares now.

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ep 5

this illustration is so good tho??

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this guys just having an entire existential crisis mood

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beatrice used to be human? that’s interesting

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what is up with these fainting ladies and mr-s? –

two pennies for the ferry…like two coins for the charon?

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also love how the twist here wasnt that there were supernatural shenanigans but that there werent supernatural shenanigans

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the fish?????? what have the coins got to do with anything??? hmm????

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ep 5

that frog song is really nice

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beatrice is sus.

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also, i love how wirt is slowly warming up to greg??

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aaand yep. adelaide is bad. fairytale back. has anyone written a fairytale re-telling of otgw? it has the themes…

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oh….poor bea

andd just like that the character development is gone.

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chapter 7

also just noticed the eps are labeled chapters! like books! –

oh dear….the woodsman is….wow.

“ we should talk”

we’re never seeing the woodsman again i think.

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auntie whispers is so fucking creepy??? is there a single adult with a house that is also not entiwned with any dark magic?? not a single one??

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huh. so it was lorna alla long huh…..yk what they say about appearances

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did whispers never think to say “begone evil spirit” or????

also. if whispers isnt lorna’s real aunt, but they still consider eachothr family…..how did they meet?

it must have been a sad story, though.

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“there is only the forest and there is only surrender”

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i want a story for the beast. even if it’s just “it sprouted from the ground one day”. i need mor eof it.

oh well, fics must exist. if not, i’ll make one.

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ep 8

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aand wirt lost hope. 

bye.

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this episode is…sooo weird

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it’s snowing?? already?? wasnt it autumns just a few episodes ago???

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….at least now i know where the edelwood trees come from.

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what did gregory wish for tho???

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9 ep….were going at the speed of light huh?

—”into the unknown”....they do say be careful what you wish for, no?

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oh….oh wirt’s…teenagery. which means Really Fucking Mean.

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10

:((((

oh…sio the beast is setting tasks for wirt, fairytale style, so he’ll give up, huh?

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the beast’s eyes are the same as the dog’s after it ate the turtle…..maybe it’s some sign of corruption? or evil??

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“take on the task of lantern bearer” how bout no.

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WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE BEAST WHATS IT MADE OF WHAT THE FUCK

it looks like wood but???? holy shit??? trypophobiaed wood. 

if the beast is made of wood and it eats the sap (oil) from trees is it a tree vampire????

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HOLY SHIT HE DID IT

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lovely ending is lovely

this show met all my expectations, and surpassed them, too!

[shifted-nights-au]

Shifted Nights Part 9

He found himself staring at a darkened ceiling. The first thing he truly felt in his own body was the soft cushioning of a bed on his back. His bare back. Where was he, again?

He forced his head to turn, earning a few loud pops. His gaze slowly floated from on object to another, slowly naming each one in his head as he goes along.

Nighstand, lamp, beanbag, filing cabinet...

His head turned with his gaze. As he slowly blinked back to conciousness, he realized he could smell something baking (how he could smell without a nose was something he could never understand).

Drawers, flower pot, mirror, lockbox...

The ringing in his ears slowly died down, only to leave the gentle hum of voices in another room.

Chair, door, lightswitch, stool...

His mouth tasted sour. He realized that he hadn't eaten anything since the improvised dinner with Evan and Henry.

Closet doors, drawers, suitcase, picture frame...

Jeremy.

Jeremy and Fritz.

And Gregory.

Right.

He looked back at the ceiling and drew in a deep breath. The room was only lit by the light trickling in from the ajar bedroom door. He slowly sat up, adjusting to his surroundings. He looked down at his body.

He was mostly unclothed. Whoever moved him must've taken him out of his work clothes (with good reason, no one wants germs in their bed). He raised his arms and interlocked his hands behind his head, pushing his chest out. His spine crackled dismally, but it felt relieving. God, he was stiff.

He shifted and swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing, (against the protests of his crying joints) and stretching again. He let out a content sigh. He circled the bed and layed the suitcase on the floor, picking a t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants off the top. He slipped into the new clothes, pulled on a pair of black socks, and headed out of the room, almost shambling the whole way.

Jeremy stood, leaned against the kitchen island. Fritz stood with his back to him, stirring something on the stove. Gregory and Helpy sat side-by-side, watching cartoons on a small, vintage tv. The sun outside was long past the horizon, instead the outdoors being lit by the city lights.

Michael wordlessly strolled over and leaned against the counter next to Jeremy, gently blinking a few times.

"Hey! Y-You're up! How do y-you feel?"

He shrugged. "I'm alright."

Fritz tapped his wooden spoon against the pot and set it to the side.

"So uh.." The redhead turned around. "What happened, man?"

"Oh, uh...." Michael shrugged again. "Just....I dunno, honestly. It's been happening a lot more recently."

Jeremy gave him a worried glance, but had his attention torn away by Gregory climbing onto a bar stool and sitting on the counter.

"G-gregory, g-get down."

"Michael are you gonna be my third dad?"

"Gregory Raiden Fitzgerald!" Fritz gasped lightly in awe.

"What?"

Jeremy laughed. "I-I'm sorry about him."

"Its fine." Michael smiled. "You named your son after a Metal Gear character?"

"Its the name of the Japanese god of thunder and lightning." Fritz hummed.

Michael raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we named him after a Metal Gear character." Fritz sighed gently, smiling.

Gregory crawled over the counter and poked Michaels arm. "You didn't answer my question."

"Uhm.."

"G-gregory, seriously."

"Whaaaaaat? I wanna knooooooooww!!"

"I-I dont know, buddy." Michael simply resorts to patting the boy's head.

Gregory huffed. "No one gives me a straight answer in this house."

"Y-you say th-that like y-you pay rent." Jeremy clicked his tongue and smiled.

The rest of the night went on smoothly; dinner, a few rounds of games, then bed.

Since his clothes were already in the room, Fritz and Jeremy invited Mike to sleep in their room; the three had slept together frequently in highschool, when Jeremy was too high to drive home from band practice or Mike didnt want to go home, so it wasn't unusual for them.

So, for the first time since highschool, Michael slept smooshed between his two best friends.

A/N: Im back! Finally! Im sorry this one may not be as good a the others, i tried to tweak it but it just never came out right.

[thekatebridgerton]

Reasons I post (or don't post) so much about this character:

1) Anthony: so if you did a survey you'd find that around 50% of this blog is just me making fun about Anthony. Because he is my favorite Bridgerton character and the bitch boy I relate to the most.

2) Penelope: 30% of my posts are either Penelope related or Penelope and Colin related. While she is not my favorite Bridgerton spouse (that spot goes to Kate) she IS the female character of Season 1 that I liked best so you'll probably find lots of Penelope centric or Polin content here

3) Colin and Benedict: Making memes about them just comes naturally.  Colin and Benedict both have the best humorous enery of the show and the books. So when I get an idea for a meme and think 'who in that family would have the sense of humor for this?' The answer is usually Colin or Benedict

4: Eloise and Phillip: The same as above applies for Eloise and Phillip, I write moderately good content about them, both because I love them in the books and understand their characters well enough to realistically poke fun at them every once in a while.

People I do post about but wish I could post MORE about because I love them just as much as the characters above. Yet I dont and the reason is....

5) Kate: I love her as a character and reblog a lot about her. She set the standard nobody will live up to. But the truth remains. I'm not very creative when it comes to thinking up my own posts about Kate. She's a very specific genre of person who strikes balance between funny and serious depending on the occasion. My favorite badass Viscountess. And I'm never sure if I'm keeping her in character when I post about her. And I do wish I had the creativity to write funny stuff about her as much as write about Anthony.

6) Sophie: I've mentioned it before, Sophie Beckett is the only Bridgerton character I think is perfection incarnate. And I don't post that much about her because I honestly forget to. I've been trying to raise my Sophie content tho. Because I do find Sophie easier to write about than Kate.

7) Francesca: #StopFrannieGate20k I love Francesca and I would post more about her if Julia and Netflix had given me more to work with in the first books and seasons. I resent this fact and I protest the lack of Francesca content in my blog. Because she's a character with so much mystery about her

8) Michael: Just like Sophie, I don't write more about him because I forget, and since Michael like Francesca features very little in interactions with other Bridgertons even in WhWW, it's easy for me to forget I want to post more about him when I got all these other characters at the top of the list taking my attention. But make no mistake. I want to post more about him.

9) Gregory and Lucy: get a category of their own because the reason I don't post about them is pretty selfish. And it's because while I have the motivation and opportunity to write pretty well about Gregory and Lucy . Nobody knows them. 'On the way to the wedding' is the Bridgerton book people know the least because it's the last in the series. So it's like writing in a different language for my followers, they may be familiar with the gist of it but don't totally understand what I'm talking about and show Gregory is still a kid. So until he turns into a teenager, you'll see very little Lucy and Gregory content. But it will still be good content Don't worry

Characters you'll only see in interactions with the characters do I love or in masterposts where all the characters are included because I don't like posting about them.

10) Simon and Gareth: I could write more content about them, I am even good at it, but I just don't feel like it. They're not my type. It's funny that the show just made Simon and Gareth related, given all the things their tragic backstories have in common. And all the things that make them feel like utter bores for me to write about. I love Rege Jean Page, as an actor he's amazing, but his character, Simon Basset, is boring to me. Rege honestly improved Simon and we thank him for his service, that's it. Simon is still not my type. If I wanted to explore someone's trauma in a romantic setting. I'd still pick Sophie or even Marina. Who just feel like they are more interesting.

11) Daphne: I have no problem with book Daphne as a character but show Daphne ruined what respect I had for her. Not because her questionable actions. I can get over that. But because she was also so boring and cringy to watch, which in turn has made The Duke and I cringy to read. So nope. No Daphne content here. Unless you count the anti Daphne discourse I vent out whenever I rewatch s1.

12) Hyacinth: there are blogs out there where you will find Hyacinth friendly content. This isn't one of them and if you're looking for Hyacinth content here, you're going to be disappointed because she's the character I dislike the most in all the Bridgerton series. I think she's spoiled, reckless, irresponsible and unlikely to change. Hyacinth and Ariel from Disney's the little Mermaid are characters I dislike for the same exact reason: they never consider the consequences of their actions or seem to care about their family. But you're not here for my venting.

So this is my tumblr resumed in a nutshell dear readers, starting and ending with I love to bitch about Anthony, And this is today's tea Dear Readers 🍵🍵

[hometownrockstar]

i made my own gregory berrycone over here and i want to share it with everyone in the world to give them the experience of it but i like, want to explain the purpose of it but i dont know if its because im insecure in my own premise for its surrealist nature or because people will think its dumb because of its surrealist nature if i dont explain it first or because i genuinely am fascinated by and excited to talk about the writing technique i used and was inspired by. and also to overly explain its intention is antithetical to my own intention which was to have the reader form their own personalized experience with the narrative, hence it being called a conversation novella... but isnt all this worrying of mine unintentionally part of the optimistic ouroboros i set out to write about anyways? idk if any of you would think thats cool its whatever *flips my bangs out of my face*

[fandomtrxsh19]

The Wolf That Cried Bear

Roxy angst? Roxy angst. contains minor swearing, hurt&comfort, mentions spoilers a little

P.S.: this is basically set post-games events. its basically where there were changes made, less staffbots, lessmapbots, more human staff, etc. also gregory basically lives at the pizzaplex and the animatronics adopted him i dont make the rules. also this is one of my first fanfics and my first fnaf fanfic so dont judge me too hard.

It was bustling at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzaplex. The sounds of various children doing various activities filled the many rooms of the entertainment center. Racecar engines wiring, kids laughter, arcade games springing with life, many conversations of the numerous guests. Then………

8:00.

Closing Time.

A familiar message blasted through the intercom.

“Attention all Guests. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzaplex is now closed. Our staff and animatronic friends are tired and need some rest. But don’t worry! They’ll be back to rock n roll tomorrow! We hope you had fun during your stay and have a good night! Thank You.”

As the guests trickled out of the doors at the front of the building, Those familiar sounds faded away, leaving only the staff, animatronics, and the incoming security staff for the night. One such animatronic is Roxanne Wolf. The animatronic wolf looked at her raceway with pride. “Anything to report?” Roxy said. ‘Nope”, a raceway attendant replied, “Everything’s ok.” “Well, another day in the books.” she said, with her clawed hands on her hips. “Yup,” the attendant replied, standing next to her. “This never gets old, doesn’t it?” “Nope ,”the wolf replied, “ Those kids can be unpredictable and fun at the exact same time and its amazing. See you tomorrow!” She waved at the attendant as she left the room.

The wolf paused, looking around and reminiscing on the events of the day before making her way to her room. On her way, numerous employees waved on their way out. “Bye!” “See you tomorrow!” “Good Job today, Roxy!” She smirked and waved back. As those employees left, the night shift security guards came in, also waving and smiling at the wolf. “Hey!” “Hi Roxy!” and many more of the sort.

She reached her room, shut the door, and stopped. Roxy exhaled, made her way to the vanity, and sunk into her seat. Millions and millions of thoughts swirled in her head at the exact same time. It was so overwhelming, so much so that she started to cry. “Just face it, Roxy,” she said to herself, putting her head up from the table, “Nobody wants you here. They all care more about Foxy. You’re just a replacement. Face it, things would be better if that fox was here. Hell, even the kids don’t want you here.” She took a breath. “Nobody’s going to trust you now after what happened.”, she said to herself, walking around the room, “You literally tried to kill a kid. You were literally made a programmed to entertain kids, not kill any. You idiot.”

Peeking through the closed curtains, she saw the rest of her friends doing their own thing. Roxanne watched as Chica stuffed her face with pizza, rolling her eyes at the sight with a smirk. This wasn’t the first time she saw her girlfriend stuff her face with some kind of food. The chicken’s room was relatively clean, save for the pieces of trash and whole pizza boxes scattered on the floor. Her guitar was up against the vanity table, ready for use. She saw Freddy hanging out with Gregory. The wolf smiled at the sight. The bear’s room was incredibly neat. Posters of previous locations and his own portrait hung on the bright orange walls. The wolf had noticed that he’d taken a liking to the little boy, becoming some sort of a father figure to him, even when he took her eyes out, removed Chica’s voice box and beak, and took Monty’s claws, leaving him with no hands and no legs. She didn’t see any Monty, though. The gator’s room was completely closed. But, she knew what the gator was doing.

Roxy closed the curtains and went back to the vanity table. Sitting down, she put her hands to her face and started crying. This wasn’t the first time she had these thoughts. She’d had these hurtful thoughts for years. Who knows? Getting all beaten up and her eyes removed must’ve made it worse.

Then, a knock at the door. “What do you want?,” Roxy exclaimed. The racer was definitely not in the mood for visitors. The door opened and a familiar voice said “Roxanne?”

It was Freddy.

“What is the matter? Is it those thoughts again?” the fatherly bear asked, sitting down next to her. “Uhhh… yeah. It’s nothing.” “These feelings are not nothing, Roxanne.” Freddy replied, putting her arm around her. Roxy sighed. “It’s just-it’s just that I can’t help but feel unwanted.” She started. “Unwanted?” Freddy questioned.

“Yeah”, she continued, “It’s just that I’ve been hearing a lot lately and it’s getting a bit overwhelming. I mean, I’m basically a reskin of foxy and the only things that are actually mine are my hair and tail. I mean, it must’ve been disappointing seeing the same animatronic for years, then getting to know and befriend said animatronic, only to have said animatronic get replaced with some wolf with a similar nickname.” She choked up. “Hell, I’ve even heard parents being like Where’s Foxy? My son wanted the pirate. Where is he? Not to mention the many kids saying that “No one wants me”, or “Why am I here? The fox was way cooler, anyway.” Y’know, shit like that. Anyway, making it ten times worse is everything that happened. Now, lots of parents think I’m going to literally murder their kid, when really, I would never hurt a kid, you know that. Not just because we’re literally programmed not too, but also because its fucking wrong. I mean, I love whenever they have conversations with me. They tell me stories and I tell them stories. I love racing with them, even the ones that are way too good at Mario Kart.” She chuckled a little. “In a way, they’re part of our pack. We protect them in a way and make sure they’re safe and happy.” The animatronic wolf felt Freddy’s tighter comforting grip on her. “Go on.” He said. “I just- don’t know what to do. It’s just so much.” Roxy started to sob.

“Roxanne, you belong here. “ He said calmly. “Lots of people love you! And it is not just me, Chica, and Monty either. The guests, of all ages not just kids, the parents, the employees, the raceway attendants, and that’s not all. Lots of kids tell me how munch fun they had racing with you. Listen to me.” He put his hands on her cheeks. “You are not a reskin of Foxy. You are Roxanne Wolf. An intelligent, sarcastic, and enthusiastic racer who loves her friends and isn’t afraid of a challenge, especially on the racetrack. You are unique. You are a great friend and an amazing bandmate. Nothing is going to change that.” Freddy knew that all of these compliments would make her ego even higher, but he didn’t care. His friend was struggling and needs these words more than ever.

The animatronic bear hugged the wolf, with her grip tightening with the hug. “Thanks Freddy.” Her tail wagging with the embrace. "It’s just so overwhelming, y’know.” “Of course, superstar.”

“Of course.”

[amazingorangedangantrash]

What’s the playlist on? YouTube? Spotify? SoundCloud? 👀

Ah, it's on YouTube! Which is the problem- its private because if I share it, it'll come under my real name :") which, understandably, I don't want-

I dont have spotify rn or anything (because i dont have space for it on my phone and because the mobile app sucks ass anyway-) but I do have an account! I'll see about maybe making a playlist there just for the sake of sharing it haha.

If you're interested, here's a couple of the tracks on there:

Boats and Birds- Gregory & the Hawk

Saturn- Sleeping at Last

I do adore- Mindy Gledhill

Lucky- Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat

Out of My League- Fitz and the Tantrums

Feel Something- James Young

Mr Sinister- idkhbtfm (cover bc there's no official studio version yet ;-;)

Scary Love- the neighbourhood

Ti Amero- il divo

Arms Tonite- mother mother

Lovely- twenty one pilots

Ocean Eyes- billie eilish

Why worry- set it off

This year- mountain goats

Paparazzi- Lady Gaga

Starlight- Muse

Adore You- Harry Styles

Ajsjsjsj it's a really long list, and I'm really lenient with what i put on there (a lot of songs are just there cause I like them hshshsh-) and they're a real mix n match but I like listening to them cause they remind me of naegi and komaeda!

[magg0t-s0up]

Security Breach Theory!!!

(this is my theory, i am @/ just4thetheory on reddit lol)

OK, i have a security breach theory that dont think ive seen anywhere else!! (sorry if its a bit long, I tried to make it as thorough as possible)

We all know that security breach is GORGEOUS. The new location is clean. Almost too clean. While it could just be Scott wanting to make the game look nice, we also know that he does everything for a reason.

First, let's look at the name of the game. “Security breach”. This could be referencing the glitch trap/William Afton situation, but I think that it is more literal. As in something actually breached the security of the new location. This something being Gregory.

In the beginning of the trailer we see the shipping/import section of a mall, and it's clearly used (boxes in carts, forklift parked a bit off). This shows how the mall has been open for a while. We can assume the new location is in a mall because of the way the entrance to the new location has no doors. It Just has the turnstops. Also, the tile floor and the walls (with the logo) continues, not into a pavement or anything, it just blends in. It looks like an entrance to an arcade or “fun park” at the mall. We also know it's a mall because of Vanessa's role in the game. (I'll touch on her part later). Then we see the kitchen of what we assume to be the new location (I'll be referencing the new location as N.L). The kitchen is clean, but it looks like something has been running around, knocking a few things over, and moving the carpets. This probably is the unknown animatronic we see in the upper left corner (maybe it was running after Gregory?). Then we see the brand new location. It looks like a “fun zone” at a mall or something, maybe a “Fazbear's world” (i can't really see the name shown on the outside at the end of the trailer, so I'll just call it Fazbear's world). There is a Laser tag, gift shop, etc. Everything inside the N.L looks very clean, and brand new. The new location hasn't opened yet. We don't see any children, workers, janitors or anything that shows it has been opened. The floors are perfect, and everything is untouched. Even in the games that are set in “newer” locations that havent been runing for a long time, like fnaf 3, everything had a bit of a muddy look with a green tinge, to show it's been running for a while. It could be possible that Gregory, a Freddy Fazbear-loving child, snuck into the highly anticipated brand new “FAZBEARS WORLD” to get a look at it. But he gets lost. (or maybe trapped? Essentially he is stuck in the N.L)

In the PS5 trailer, we hear Vanny say “Gregory your friends are worried about you”. This could mean he has been missing for a while. Since the N.L hasn't opened yet, no workers/kids have seen him yet. She also says “they're here with me”, this might mean he and a group of friends snuck in. It could also just be a tactic to lure him to her. In the new (Gforce RTX) trailer, we hear her say “it's getting late, let's get you home” this also shows that he hasn't been home in a while.

Now to Vanessa. (This theory isn't going to touch on the entire “Vannessa is Vanny” side of Security Breach.) By looking at her uniform we see that she is a mall security guard. She does not have ANYTHING on her uniform that shows she works at, or with Fazbears. Now. If a kid gets lost, and the last place he was seen was the Mall, who would look for him? That's right. The mall security guard. If the N.L was open, surely a Fazbear employee would look for the kid? Not a standard mall cop? (and considering how large, and how many areas the N.L has, it would probably have their own security guards hired)

Finally the audios to the trailers. In the official PS5 announcement, in all of the rooms, we hear Gregory breathing really loudly, almost like is scared and has been running. He has been running around the N.L. That's how we see the entrance to the N.L, the import/shipping area, the play/laser tag area, and the kitchen. He is in an almost hide-and-seek game with Vanny (and maybe the mystery animatronic from the kitchen?).

The order of the rooms is also important. In the PS5 trialer, We move backwards from the shipping/import area, that is how he (gregory) got in. Then backwards to the kitchen. He is slowly making his way through the N.L. We see the kitchen doors open in the direction we are walking, SHOWING US that it isn't just the camera moving, we didn't just cut to another room, we WALKED through it. Then we see the play area and finally the “entrance” to the N.L., in our case, this is our escape. We also see the vents in the Gforce RTX trailer, the way the camera is moving makes it seem like you are crawling through them.

I'm still not sure how being protected by glam rock Freddy works into this yet. But it is obvious that he is helping Gregory.

Security Breach is a game, not about a security guard's shifts. But about a lost child, trying to escape. And We all know how FNAF loves telling stories about traumatized children.

*I hope this theory makes sense! I put alot of time into it. Its a bit funny how it all stemmed from a friend and I talking about how clean the floors look in the trailer. @piercedoodles

[llatimeria]

i would like to apologize for this in advance. i am making this post for me.

i love house but i also love to hate house. the show not the character. i just hate house the character

anyways the point of this post is The Worst Writing Moment Of House M.D. is thirteen’s departure. like there’re other Hiccups:tm: in writing over the show, it’s 8 seasons long, they cant ALL be winners, but Thirteen’s disappearance is always going to BOTHER ME. im not even MAD im just BOTHERED

for those who are smart and not watching house during the middle of a pandemic. Thirteen is one of the doctors on house. its not her real name. house named her that. dont worry about it. she’s on the show for multiple seasons + is an important character that leaves an impact on the other characters. and THEN. at the FIRST EPISODE of SEASON SEVEN. it’s revealed that she’s joined a medical trial in Rome and was about to fuck off the show forever. okay. fine. 

and then in the last 5 minutes of the first episode of season 7 theyre just like “yeah all that rome shit was a lie she actually just disappeared into the ether and nobody can find her” and i, innocent, am like “oh SHIT! that’s weird! where did thirteen go? cannot wait to explore this plot :) in the upcoming :) season :) of house :)”

no apparently that’s just how thirteen exits the show forever. nobody mentions her! ever again! she’s just GONE!! they set up a mystery -- on a MYSTERY SHOW, with a main character who’s entire job is SOLVING MYSTERIES while the whole GIMMICK of the show is HOW GOOD HE IS AT SOLVING MYSTERIES -- and they DON’T SOLVE IT????? I just. Can’t believe house doesn’t even TRY!!!!!!! His coworker just DISAPPEARED and GREGORY HOUSE doesn’t try to find her??? GREGORY HOUSE??????? gregory-solves-mysteries-that-aren’t-even-mysteries HOUSE doesn’t CARE about this WEIRD FUCKING MYSTERY???

as i was googling this to make sure i got the episode right i found out apparently thirteen DOES show up in the series finale with an explanation i am intentionally not reading because i’ll probably be at the end of season eight in like three days but like. That’s the end of season eight. she leaves at the beginning of season seven. THAT’S A WHOLE SEASON WITH NO ANSWERS FOR NO REASON!!! they set up a PUZZLE and just DON’T SOLVE IT EVEN A LITTLE for TWO SEASONS

I figured this has to be a weird thing with Olivia Wilde (the actress who plays thirteen). like she must’ve fucked off on short notice to work on some other project and they didn’t have the time to figure out a plot (why not just have her actually go to rome for the medical trial though?? why add in this disappearance plot???) but I can’t find ANY EVIDENCE OF THAT??? i found an entertainment weekly article that claims to have spoken to Olivia Wilde herself and it says she said “I think the way we left it, if she came back, it would probably seem forced, [...] So I don’t think she should come back. I liked her exit story a lot, so I am happy with it.” which doesn’t make SENSE, which is why I wonder if they actually spoke to her, because HOW would it be FORCED to FIND the MISSING CHARACTER??? i also doubt the article’s authenticity because it just gets the plot of the episode WRONG??? It says it was “updated” like a year after the episode came out and idk how to find when it was actually posted but the article says “Thirteen was fired by House so that she could make a guilt-free move to Greece with her girlfriend” which is NOT what happened but Vaguely Similar Enough To What Happened that makes me think it might’ve been the plot of a draft script and thats what Wilde was talking about??

i will probably update this when i reach the season 8 finale and see the explanation for her disappearance in full. but like. it’s not the mystery that is bothering me. it is that they set something up and didn’t follow through!! they didn’t fire checkov’s gun!! this is UNSATISFACTORY STORY TELLING and i would like to COMPLAIN TO A MANAGER

[puhpandas]

3 star ending, Gregory, Vanessa, and Freddy decorating Vanessa's apartment with glow in the dark stars for a ficlet idea :D

Night Lights

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Freddy jumps out at the screen letting out an inhuman screech. The guy on screen yelps, and covers his face with his hands.

"I still cannot believe they made video games about me." Freddy comments from Gregory's pillow.

Gregory shrugs, propped up on one elbow and staring at the laptop screen. "They're not really about you. They're about an old version of you."

"Yes," Freddy says when Freddy is looking at the camera menacingly from the game over screen. "but I would never dream of hurting one of our night guards, nevertheless hunting them down!"

"That's because this Freddy is possessed by a ghost." Gregory points out, then laughs. "Man, the guy who made these games made them so farfetched!"

The crickets are chirping outside of Gregory's window, and hes stuffing his face with potato chips and watching some guy play FNAF on YouTube.

All in all, its a peaceful night, if you'd call watching a guy scream at an evil older version of Gregorys Freddy peaceful, but its pleasant.

It's nice and quiet for a while, and Gregory actually thinks the guy is going to make it, and then Mangle gets him.

Gregory barks out a laugh, pointing at the screen when the screaming ceases and all that's left is silence and static. "Ha! Did you see the look on his face--"

A scream suddenly pierces the air like a sword, shrill and terrified, muffled behind the wall.

Gregory freezes, listening to the awful sound, and makes eye contact with Freddy.

The scream was Vanessa's, and it came from her room.

"Vanessa." They both say urgently, and Gregory's head whips to his door, hair bouncing.

Neither of them say anything else. They dont have to. Gregory is up and off of his bed at the speed of light, almost tripping over himself to get to the door of his room. He only lingers long enough to scoop up Freddy and he's already in the hallway.

He books it to her room, fearing the worst. Vanessa has had nightmares before. Shes gotten lost in the memories and needed Gregory to pull her out before. But Gregory has never heard her scream like this before.

The wind whips through his hair and pajamas at the sheer speed hes running, and he skids to a stop in front of Vanessa's door, socks sliding on the laminate wood flooring.

He bursts through the door, stepping into the dark room. "Vanessa?! Are you okay?!"

Its pitch black; it's already late at night, and the little moonlight that would be streaming through the blinds are covered by blackout curtains.

Gregory searches the dark fervently, trying to find Vanessa, but he only spots her when he steps further into the room and Freddys LED eyes cast a much needed glow.

Gregory finds her curled up on the floor next to her bed. Shes in her pajamas, so she was probably getting ready for bed. Shes breathing erratically, knees drawn up to her chest, and backed up in the corner like she was trying to scramble away from something.

Gregory's brows crease in worry, and he frowns, stepping towards Vanessa slowly. "Ness? Hey, are you okay?"

Vanessa's eyes dart to him, and she has a hand over her heart, trying to take deep breaths.

"Gregory." She says, like she just now noticed he was here. She sighs a bit, trying to get her breathing back under control. "Gregory. Um. I-Im fine. It's okay. I'm fine."

Gregory and Freddy share a quick look. She sounds like shes trying to convince herself.

Gregory just clicks on the small table lamp next to her bed, and crouches down. "What happened?"

Vanessa's locked up posture loosens a bit once the lights on. She huffs out a small breath. "W-What do you mean?"

Gregory gives her a deadpan look. "We heard you scream."

"Oh." Vanessa says, and she sighs, eyes downcast. "It was... it was nothing. Don't worry about it."

Gregory frowns, brows furrowed as he sits criss cross on the carpet to get comfortable.

"Come on, Ness." He says, setting a hand on her knee. "I know it wasnt nothing. Just tell us."

"We will not judge you, Vanessa." Freddy rumbles from Gregory's lap. "I promise. We will understand. Whatever it may be."

Vanessa's eyes trail over them a few times, and she relents, sighing heavily and shifting.

"I just--" She starts. "I thought I... I thought I saw him."

Gregory raises a brow. "Saw who?"

"That-- That mimic thing." She says. She frowns, rubbing at her eyes with the balls of her hands. "He would use a... A Springbonnie avatar of some sort. A-And he would appear to me sometimes."

Gregory watches as she sits up, dropping her hands almost defeatedly

"I just..." She trails off. "I thought I saw him. In my room."

"Oh." Gregory says. Vanessa nods.

Gregory gets it now. Vanessa thought she saw the thing that ruined her life appear in her room, late at night, catching her off guard.

Gregory understands why she reacted that way, now. Its not as bad as some of the other things hes been through, but if he thought he saw Roxys ears or hair in the shadows of his room, or Montys tail lashing in the corner of his eye, he would freak out too.

He frowns, and doesn't say anything else, just leans forward and wraps his arms around her in a big hug, Freddy squished between them.

"Wh--" Vanessa starts to say, then, he feels a short breathy sort of chuckle rattle her chest when she wraps her own arms around his back. "What's this about?"

"What do you mean, 'what's this about'? Gregory says incredulously. "I'm comforting you, you big jerk. I'm trying to help you."

Vanessa chuckles for real this time, and she just squeezes him tighter.

Freddy rumbles between them, his head almost like a personal heater between them. "We will always he here for you, Vanessa." He says. "We want to help you, and that means knowing that is wrong, so we know how to aid you best."

Gregory nods against her chest, eyes closed. "Mhm. We won't judge you for nuthin. Not even if you think you see monsters in your closet."

When Vanessa starts to shake, Gregory doesn't comment, just smiles against her, and squeezes a bit tighter.

Vanessa squeezes back, too.

"That thing cant hurt you anymore." Gregory says. "I promise. And if it tries, me and Freddy will let 'im have it."

Vanessa laughs, and from where Gregory's sitting, unable to see her face, he thinks it sounds a little teary. "I'm sure he'll think twice about messing with me if I have you two as my bodyguards."

Gregory nods. "I have a Fazerblaster and I'm not afraid to use it, dont forget that."

Vanessa laughs again, and Gregory joins in when Freddy starts to go on about Fazerblaster safety.

🐻

It's supposed to be a suprise.

Gregory and Freddy had wandered off at some point during a grocery trip, and somehow ended up in an isle with curtains and pillowcases and that sort of stuff.

They'd just been walking idly, but then, a package with flashes of pale green over a dark background caught his eye when the store is all white and the rest of the items are all boring black and white.

It was a package of glow in the dark stars. The image was beautiful, and reminded him of the starry night skies decorating the ceilings of the Pizzaplex, or the Daycares star-shaped neon lights all over the walls. You'd stick them on the ceiling, and when night fell or it got dark, they'd light up the room.

Immediately, Gregory and Freddy had known what to do. With Vanessa's panic the other night, Gregory had been keeping an eye and an ear out for any more signs of Vanessa being distressed.

Although there were none, Gregory was particularly upset to see that Vanessa has been sleeping with her lamp on.

Gregory had frowned, and thought that their oughta be a buffer between bright lights and total darkness, and Freddy had thrown out the idea of a night light.

So, great! That was a perfect solution. But Gregory hadn't been able to find a straight-up night light at any of the stores they'd went to, and he didn't tell Vanessa about his quest, either. Wanting to surprise her.

Gregory clutches the pack of glow-stars in his arm, walking back to the food section of the store.

His quest is complete.

Gregory has plenty of experience smuggling items places, and hiding them so nobody can find them.

Gregory smiles. Vanessa wont even know she bought them.

🐻

"Alright, squirt." Vanessa had said one day during the week, tired from her lack of good sleep because of her lights and uniformed up. "I'm off to work. At least try to eat something actually healthy instead of junk food, okay?"

Gregory had just given her a salute and a promise, and Vanessa had been off to her new job she had gotten after Fazbear fired her as some kind of office worker.

Then came the perfect hours-wide window of putting up the stars in Vanessa's room while shes at work.

"Please be careful, Gregory." Freddy says worriedly from his station on the bed. "I do not wish for you to fall and hurt yourself."

Gregory sticks out his tongue, attempting to balance his body on his tip toes all while trying not to flip the stool over. "I'll be fine, Freddy. You've said that like a million times already!"

Freddy hums behind him, but Gregory just stretches his arm as far as itll go, and sticks the glow in the dark star onto the empty space on the ceiling.

He untenses his body after its secure, and definitely, totally doesn't flip the step stool by doing so.

"That was the last one, anyway." He says while rubbing his aching head after Freddy frets over him. He checks his watch. "Its around 5PM! That... actually took a lot longer than I expected."

"It looks, great, though!" Freddy says with a smile. "Vanessa will love it!"

And Gregory has to agree. He takes a step back, admiring his work.

They're not lit up yet, since it's still daytime, but they're all mismatched and arranged to cover every inch of the ceiling so they'll light up the shadows. Especially the corners.

Gregory can only imagine what itll look like when it's dark, but he knows itll be great.

As if on queue, Gregory hears the front door rattle and unlock. 5PM on the dot.

"Crap!" Gregory hisses. "Its not ready yet!"

"Hurry and shut the door!" Freddy tells him.

Gregory does, and right before Vanessa swings the door open with a flourish.

"I'm home!" She calls out to the house, and Gregory scrambles to turn off the lights and close the blinds when he hears her walking around. "Gregory? Freddy?"

"In here!" Gregory calls out, and when he sees the glowing array of stars above him, shares a grin with Freddy.

He hears footsteps come up to the door, and click it open.

"Gregory? What are you doing in here? What have I told you about snooping around in my room--"

She trails off when the door opens fully, and Gregory watches as she stares wide eyed at the glowing array of stars, jaw slack.

"You're gonna catch flies." He says with a giggle when she doesnt move again. The stars reflect in her eyes, and they dart to look at him.

"You--" She stutters, and all she can do is point a finger up at the ceiling. "Did you...?"

He nods, hair bouncing. "Yup. But it was Freddys idea, though."

Freddy nods as much as he can as just a head with no neck. "Yes! Night lights are wonderful additions to a bedroom if you have trouble with the dark!"

Vanessa keeps staring at them, and Gregory is pretty sure that her eyes are a bit more shiny than they were before.

He just smiles. "They glow in the dark. So you dont have to use the lamp anymore."

Vanessa glances over to the lamp in question, and then finally steps inside of the room, admiring every nook and cranny.

Gregory laughs a bit when it looks like shes in some movie, spinning around the room like its magic or something.

"No monsters are gonna sneak up on you, now." He says. "The light'll keep them away."

Every corner and crevice is lit up. The closet is closed so theres no more shadows left. Gregory left no stone unturned.

She just looks at him like he hung the stars. Which, he did. Literally.

She wipes at her dry eyes and sniffles a little. "You put these all up by yourself?"

Gregory nods, and subconsciously edges in front of the knocked over stool. "Yep. Took a while, too."

"I supervised." Freddy let's her know. Vanessa laughs at that.

"Good to know." She smiles. "Gregory I-- This is amazing. I dont--"

"Dont know what to say?" Gregory smiles, crossing his arms. "Then dont say anything. I already know I'm great."

Vanessa just smiles and shakes her head.

"Just promise me one thing." Gregory says.

Vanessa pauses, raising a brow. "Yeah?"

"Promise that you'll get me some stars too at some point." He asks, completely seriously.

Vanessa barks out a laugh, and takes her hat off of her head. "Here I thought you were going to be sappy, sap."

Gregory shakes his head. "Nope. I only help you if you're freaking out or give me food. No in between. No food, no service."

Vanessa doesnt laugh at that, though, but she does still have a smile. "Speaking of food, did you by any chance take a break to eat in the middle of putting these all up?"

Gregory pauses, looking at the ground. "Um... Well... You see--"

"Ugh." Vanessa facepalms." "I said not to eat only junk food, Gregory. Not to not eat at all."

Gregory just shrugs. Not his fault hes not completely used to having a completely stocked kitchen at his disposal all the time. "Whoops."

Vanessa just shakes her head, and eyes the TV and the glow stars.

She sighs a deep, fond sigh. "How about I go make up some popcorn and we watch a movie?"

Gregory grins, and hops on the bed next to Freddy. "Can I pick?"

"Sure, brat." She calls him, but shes smiling all the same.

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[heeydolan]

College {G.D.}

Summary: Family weekend at her sister’s college doesn’t go quite as she expected it to but Y/N is unexpectedly and completely satisfied with the outcome.

A/N: This is just a random thought that came to my head and it kinda ~exploded~ lol. There isn’t going to be a part 2 and I’m not making this a series but I do plan on doing other imagines that you could say ‘go along’ with this (it doesn’t make sense right now but it will later on. lol.) 

Warnings: cussing (???)

WC: 10.2k

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The ride to my older sister’s college didn't take as long as we expected. Mom and Dad finally took a weekend off from working at their busy law firm to make the drive to see Lindsey.

"We made a four-hour drive in just three and a half hours," my dad chuckles to himself, "impressive right, Jenny?"

"Sure Gregory." Mom replies with no emotion as she closes her laptop and slides it in the brown Michael Kors bag she always carries around. My dad has always been really laid back and goofy. He's a lawyer for the firm my family owns and my mom runs the whole place. He doesn't have near as much to worry about as her which makes her attitude towards this weekend pretty understandable.

I text my sister, Lindsey, letting her know we’re here and she confirms that she will meet us at the main building.

All three of us pile out of the car. I grab my rolling suit case and close the back of the Range Rover. I'm the only one that grabs a bag as I am staying with my sister in her dorm while our parents stay in a hotel.

We walk up to the main building and I see the banner that reads 'Welcome Family and Friends to Savannah College of Art and Design Family Weekend.'

Lindsey is attending SCAD for photography, as it has always been her passion. She's been taking pictures since she found our parents’ old polaroid when she was seven. She's now twenty and in her second year of college.

It's my senior year of high school and she has been trying to convince me to come here for college.

Art and design really isn't my thing, but when I tell her that, she still tries to push it.

"Mom! Dad! Y/N!" I hear a screech from an oh-so familiar voice.

"Sweetie! Hi! I've missed you so!" Mom exclaims as she pulls Lindsey into a tight hug. This is the first time all day I've seen her smile.

Not trying to be one of those daughters but I know Lindsey has always been Moms favorite. Dad never acted like he had a favorite though so it didn't bother me too much. He's always treated Lindsey and I as if we’re equal.

"Hey bear, you look beautiful as always." Dad says as he engulfs her in a hug as well.

"Thanks daddy," Lindsey starts as they pull apart then she looks at me, "and my favorite sister in the entire world!" She pulls me into a hug. "I've missed you the most," she whispers in my ear.

"You better have," I whisper back. She grabs my bag and rolls it for me. We follow her as she begins walking closer to the tall building in front of us. I catch up to her and walk by her side as Mom and Dad walk hand-in-hand behind us.

She explains what is what and what is where as we walk straight through the main building and out of the doors on the other side. We are now at the court yard of the school. She leads us down the sidewalk that makes a huge circle around the grassy area, with a few alternate paths to take. We go down one of the other ways and eventually make it to another set of doors.

"This is my building. It's so much nicer than the one I lived in last year."

"Well honey, we told you we would have paid for you to live in an apartment." Mom chimes in.

"Yeah but what fun would that have been? I came to experience college. Plus, I survived." We get to the elevator and she presses the button for the sixth floor. That seems to be the highest you can go considering it is the highest number next to any of the buttons. We finally make it to the top and Lindsey's "front door" is only three doors down from the elevator.

Convenient.

She opens the door and we are immediately in the kitchen. It's small but has all of the appliances a regular kitchen would have.

There's a small bar with two barstools and then directly after you pass that is the living room area. It has two small couches, a coffee table, and a flat screen T.V. mounted on the wall. The decorations are adorable but not the way I would decorate. It's simple but artsy­– as it should be considering Lindsey and her roommate are enrolled in an art school.

"Do you like your roommate? Is she nice? Do we need to get you your own apartment to live in?" Mom bombards Lindsey with questions.

"No Mom I swear I do not want to live in an apartment. You can stop asking now." And with that my mom stops talking. Lindsey puts my bag in her room and Mom sets her laptop up on the bar and takes a seat on one of the stools.

"Really Jenny? We just got here. Don't you want to spend some time with Lindsey before getting on that thing?"

"Business doesn't take breaks, Gregory." That has always been something she has said since I was little. Lindsey just rolls her eyes and begins to tell us about her recent photography project she's been working on for class.

Not even a minute into her story, the door swings open and a girl with long brown hair walks in with five other people behind her. I assume this is my sister’s roommate and her family.

"Hey Linds!" the dark haired girl yells as her and her followers gather into the kitchen and close the door.

"Cam! You're back sooner than I thought you'd be. Mom, Dad, Y/N, this is my roommate, Cameron, and her family."

"It's so nice to meet you all! I've heard so much about you Y/N! This is my mom, Lisa, dad, Sean, brothers, Ethan and Grayson, and Ethan's girlfriend, Blair." Everyone mingles and I take a seat on the couch and look at my phone for the first time since I got here.

I have multiple notifications from snapchat, Instagram, and twitter but the few notifications I wish weren’t there are the texts from my ex-boyfriend.

- - -

Micah

Y/N i am sorry. idk how else to make it up to you. it meant nothing forgive me please.

hello?

real mature Y/N. stop ignoring me we aren't 5.

answer me please.

REALLY FUCKING IMMATURE THANK GOD I CHEATED ON YOUR ASS Y/N YOU DONT DESERVE ME ANYWAYS.

- - -

"Hey are you ok?" I look up to one of the boys Cameron introduced as her brother. The other one and the girl come over to me as well. They look alike so it’s kind of hard to tell who is who.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine!"

"You looked a little upset," the other guy says and the girl grabs his hand. I assume that is Ethan considering Cameron said that's his girlfriend.

"I swear, I'm fine!" I say with a smile. I really am fine. Micah cheated on me two months ago. It bothered me at the time because I thought we loved each other, but I quickly realized that wasn't love.

"I'm Grayson," the guy who asked me if I was ok first speaks up, "this is my twin brother Ethan and his girlfriend Blair."

"Yeah she knows that dude. Cam already told her." Ethan smacks the back of his head then sits with Blair on the opposite couch. Grayson shrugs off his brother’s slap and plops down on the coffee table in front of me.

"So, where are you from?" Grayson asks.

"A small town right outside of Atlanta. It's only about a four-hour drive from here," I pause for a second as they took that in, "unless you drive like my dad, you can make it in about three and a half hours."

"That's crazy. We're from New Jersey and that's a twelve-hour drive." Ethan starts.

"And that's why we fly." Grayson says giving Ethan a look. "We love our sister but we couldn't do a twelve-hour road trip with our parents." He whispers the last part I assume not to hurt anyone’s feelings.

Blair gets up to go to the bathroom and Ethan walks into the kitchen to get a drink. Grayson stays sitting in front of me and I'm perfectly fine with that. He's not exactly an eye sore.

We continue to ask about each other and I find out him and Ethan are seventeen like me.

"Alright, so Lisa, Sean, Dad, and I are going to take Lindsey and Cameron out for a late dinner. We're going in their rental car since it's bigger so here's the keys to our car. Be careful if you four go anywhere." My mom says as she leans over the couch from behind and hands me the keys.

They all leave and we are all alone in Cameron and Lindsey's apartment.

"So what do y'all want to do?" I ask.

"Well," Grayson looks down at his phone to check the time, "it's only almost eight and the sun sets at nine so we can ride to Tybee Island and watch it set on the beach?"

"Yes good idea!" Blair jumps up off the couch, clapping her hands.

"That's fine let me go change really quick then we can go!" I say as I fast walk to Lindsey's room and shut the door behind me. I take off my t-shirt and Nike shorts and slide into my high wasted jean shorts and a plain, black tank top. I walk out of the room and grab the car keys and my phone off the couch where I was previously sitting and make my way towards the door. The twins and Blair follow closely behind.

The car ride to Tybee Island was about a thirty-minute drive from the college. That gave us just enough time to walk a little way down the beach and find a spot to watch the sun set.

"Babe, let's go watch down here so it's not awkward for new girl when we're making out." Blair says with a sneer. Ethan looked at me with sorry eyes but I assume she didn't mean it in a bad way considering she doesn't really know me. He then looked at Grayson as if he needed approval.

"It's fine dude. Go ahead. Y/N's cool I like hanging out with her. Just meet at the car around 9:45 to 10." Ethan nods with a smile and walks off with Blair– after she rolls her eyes at me that is. Grayson and I sit there for a minute before he speaks up.

"I'm really sorry about Blair."

"Why are you sorry?" I lightly laugh

"I don't know she's always just been very protective of E and me. I used to date her best friend and she started dating Ethan not too long after." He picked up the sand between his legs and watched it fall as he spoke softly. "Brooke and I broke up about six months ago and I haven't talked to her since. But, of course, Blair has been around and Brooke's been with her. It wasn't a bad break up or anything, I just wasn't feeling it with her. It's like she took the fame to her head and I wasn't dating the same person anymore."

"What is she famous for?" I ask, almost wishing I didn't. Grayson took a good 30 seconds to answer so I thought I said something wrong. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"No you're fine," he chuckles, "she's not famous for anything but dating me." I give him a confused look because I genuinely do not know what he means. "I mean I guess 'fame' wasn't the right word. More like the attention got to her head." I think he realizes that I'm still confused so he continues talking. "I'm Grayson Dolan."

"I mean I know you're Grayson," I pause, not wanting to offend him in any way, "but I don't know why she would get so much attention from dating you."

"Oh gosh," he laughs, "you really don't know who Ethan and I are, do you?" I shake my head and give him an apologetic look. "We make videos on YouTube."

"Oh!" I smile, finally realizing who he is, "You're one of the Dolan Twins other people talk about in their videos!"

"Bingo!" he smiles.

"Yeah I've heard of y'all I don’t know why it didn’t click before. I'm sorry I haven't watched any videos, I mostly only watch Colleen/Miranda, Shane Dawson, and Vlog Squad." I look out at the ocean in front of me, kind of too embarrassed to look at him.

"It's fine I promise. Just sounds like you have to get to know me in person and not over the internet." I feel him smiling at me then I smile down into the sand.

"Sounds good to me." We talk more about our families, friends, school, and life as the sun sets in front of us. He tells me more about Brooke and how she has tried to reach out to him but he's not interested.

"But yeah, about Blair, just ignore her. Really I wish Ethan would just break up with her." I give him a questioning look and he continues. "She used to not be bad. The four of us always hung out and it was fun. But after the break up, she's changed a lot. It's like any girl that's around, she has to let them know that she's dating Ethan then intimidates them into thinking they can't date me. Then she complains about everything and-" he stops and looks at me, "I'm sorry I'm just talking your ear off about her and I swear I'm not this negative of a person."

"It is perfectly fine I swear to you. If you need to let off some steam go right ahead, I'm here to listen."

He thinks for a minute then starts again, "it's just been a long trip with her. We left LA Wednesday to get to Jersey then flew out here this morning. The things she does and says make us look bad and we aren't those types of guys."

"Well, you've made a pretty good impression on me so far and she hasn't had any influence on that." I smile at him and I see him blush a little but he quickly looks back down. The sun is almost gone, as if it sunk into the ocean. It's darker and a few degrees cooler. Now I'm regretting the tank top and shorts.

"Ya know, if I had a jacket, I'd totally give it to you." He moves closer to me and I start to smell his scent. He puts his left arm over my shoulders and wraps his right arm around the front of me, holding his own hands to keep us together.

Normally, if this were anyone else, under any other circumstances, I'd push them away.

With Grayson, it just feels right. I'm not sure what this is to him, or if I will even speak to him after this weekend, but for some reason I just let it happen.

I've never been known as one of those girls who just give it up so easily. Micah was the only guy I ever had sex with and if I could take that back, I would. 

But like I said before, I thought I loved him. I thought we would be together forever and I thought we were each other’s one and only. Obviously, I was wrong and I’m so glad I was.

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I automatically assume it's my mom wondering where we are so I just answer it.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Why have you been ignoring my texts?" That is not my mom’s voice. I feel my face get hot and I knew it was red with anger. My lips clinch together as I hold in the words I've been wanting to say to him. "Hello? Y/N?" I keep quiet as I try not to let this work me up too badly. I haven't heard his voice since the day I caught him in bed with some girl in his dorm room. 

Imagine driving an hour away to surprise your boyfriend at college and walking in on him and some girl doing it.

I hope he got an STD.

I hang up the phone and place it in my back pocket as I stand up. "We should probably get back. Mom and Dad still have to get a hotel for the night so they'll need the car."

"That's fine. Also, I uh- I'm sorry about the whole arm thing just then." Grayson says as we walk back towards the car. I smile at him but I know he can't see me because of how dark it is from the sun completely disappearing.

"It's fine, I promise." I wrap an arm around his waist and he drapes his over my shoulders. We walk like this until we reach the car and part our ways to the opposite sides.

"Finally," Blair scoffs towards me, "you said 9:45."

"I said 9:45 to 10, Blair. It's 9:55." Grayson defends. If I didn't know how Blair was, I'd think Grayson was just being a total douchebag to his brother’s girlfriend. But because of what he told me, I know he's just retaliating her snide remarks. 

I keep my mouth shut and unlock the car. I hop in the driver’s seat and Grayson gets in the passenger side. Ethan opens the back door for Blair and I can't help but admire how gentlemen-like he is.

We ride for about 15 minutes with no sound but the radio. I'm too scared to say a word because I don't want Blair to say anything out of the way to me. Seconds later, the radio is interrupted by a phone call. It's my phone ringing through bluetooth and I automatically decline as soon as I see it's Micah.

"Is that who was on the phone at the beach?" Grayson questions. I quietly nod. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"Ex," I quickly say, "I don't have a boyfriend." In my peripherals I see Grayson nod his head and slowly look out the window with a smirk on his face.

"Gray isn't single are you, Gray?" Blair suddenly states from the middle of us two. Before he has time to answer her she continues, "him and my best friend Brooke have had a thing for years! They broke up six months ago but I know for a fact they're getting back together."

"And what facts are those, Blair?" He adjusts himself in his seat so he can look at her face-to-face.

"I just know. I predicted you two would be together and I’m predicting now that it will happen again."

"Those aren't facts," I hear myself say. "Did I say that out loud?" Blair seems taken aback and Grayson and Ethan snicker.

Honestly, at first I wasn't sure if what Blair was saying was true. I mean, it shouldn't mean anything to me anyways but I already had such a good impression of Grayson so far, I didn't want to have to think he was a liar. But since her "facts" weren't so much of facts, I start to realize what Grayson meant by her making them look bad.

We finally make it back to the visitor parking lot at SCAD without hearing another word from Blair. Ethan and her get out quick and are out of sight before I even get my seat belt off.

"Did I say something wrong?" I laugh, referring to Blair’s sudden disappearance.

"Not even close. Everything she says is wrong so don't sweat it." Grayson chuckles a little, "you are, although, the first person to say something smart back to her. Props to you Y/N." We laugh for a second together then start getting out of the car. "I am single by the way. Just want you to know that." I smile at him through the car, as we are standing on either side we just slid out of.

“Good to know.” I smirk and close my door. He does the same right after. We walk around the tall building since it locks at a certain time every night.

The walk is silent but comfortable. Grayson is super sweet and I'm really growing to like him as a person. We reach the building our sisters live in and take the elevator to the top. When we walk in, everyone in our families are sitting in the living room and Blair on her phone at the bar.

"Alright, I think it's time we head on out." My dad says and Mom grabs her things.

"Us too. Lots of activities tomorrow." Lisa speaks up. Grayson and Ethan follow their parents out and Blair doesn't move. I assume she's staying the night with Cameron. 

Mom and Dad hug Lindsey and I and say their goodnights. They let us know we need to be ready by eight in the morning so that we don't waste the day. I'm not sure what they have planned, but knowing Mom, it will be a lot.

Lindsey and I settle in her room after we both have showered and got ready for bed. She looks down at her phone and squeals a little. "What?" I question.

"Nothing." She quickly looks up with a straight face. I let it go because I'm too exhausted to try and figure her out– trust me, it's a long process to get something out of Lindsey. "So, what's new? Love life? Any cute boys you've met lately?" I see where she's getting at with this but it's literally not even what she thinks.

"Linds, I talk to you every day. You stay updated on everything in my life. What could you possibly not know about me?" She gives me a 'bitch-the-fuck' look and I laugh.

"Come on, Y/N. How do you feel about Grayson?"

"Grayson who?"

"Y/N!" She hits me with a pillow and I quickly hit her back before getting comfortable again.

"I don't know," I begin and play with my fingers, "I mean I only just met him and I'm super nervous about ever trying anything with a guy again because of what happened with Micah. But I can tell, just from talking to Grayson, that he is nothing like all the other guys I've met. He's also not very hard on the eyes." I smile down into my lap, looking at my fingers.

I hear a laugh and quickly look up towards the door where it came from. "Oh cute, new girl has a crush on our Gray. How... sweet." She pauses. "Did I say sweet? I mean pathetic." It's Blair and she has her phone up as if she's recording the whole thing.

In fact, I know she is recording because I hear the beep after she stops the recording. "And that's going straight to Grayson and Ethan. Consider us even for you back talking me in the car. Don't cross me, boo."

Lindsey stands up but I quickly pull her back down on the bed. "Leave it alone Linds, it's not worth the drama. Just let her have it." She surprisingly listens to me and I assume it's because she's matured so much since she's been here. I can still tell she wants to swing at the little blonde and I don't put it past her that she will beat her down.

"I just came to see if one of you had lotion but I can just go ask Cam since you gave me enough Y/N." And with that she walks out of Lindsey's room, slamming the door shut behind her. My phone vibrates and I dread looking at it because I just had a deep feeling it was Micah. Luckily, I was wrong but I saw it was a number I didn't have saved. I unlocked my phone and went to my messages to see the text.

- - -

Unknown

hey gorgeous, this is grayson. i hope you don't mind but i got cam to ask lindsey for your phone number. i had a really great time hanging out today and I hope we get the chance to do it again tomorrow. goodnight pretty girl, sleep good.

Me

i had a lot of fun too! thank you for everything! goodnight!

- - -

I don't say much because I didn't know what he was going to think after he saw the video. But his text did make me feel butterflies over and over whenever I read it. I put my phone down and tell my sister goodnight. She sets an alarm for us to wake up early enough to get ready and I pass out the second she turns out the light.

My parents arrive to get Lindsey and me before Cameron and Blair even wake up. I’m very grateful for that because I do not want to run into any of the Dolan's or Blair.

I assume she has already sent the video and I'm sure she will say something in front of everyone if they're around.

My family and I explore around campus most of the morning and Lindsey shows us some of her favorite spots to study and hang out.

We take a break from walking at a small coffee shop. Mom sets up her laptop, of course, and the rest of us sit around her sipping our drinks. I got a mocha iced coffee as it's the only coffee I really like. I've never been obsessed like a lot of people are.

"It's 10 now," Dad says as he looks at his watch, "and we told Sean and Lisa we'd all meet for lunch at 11:30." I feel my face get hot and I automatically feel like I'm going to throw up. I try to come up with an excuse as to why I won't be able to go to lunch but I know it's a lost cause. Mom and Dad will make me go and I'll end up having to face the Dolans back at Lindsey's dorm anyways.

Once I realize I won't be able to completely avoid Cameron's family, I accept the fact I will be seeing them at lunch.

I excuse myself and go to the bathroom. I study my outfit in the mirror. I adjust my maroon, flowy tank top and look down at my holy skinny jeans. My white converses look sad as they don't look near as white as they were the day I got them. I hear the door swing open and quickly see the familiar face of my sister.

"Are you ok?" She asks softly and rubs my back.

"Yeah, just not very excited about lunch."

She nods her head because she knows it's because of Blair. "Has Grayson texted you?" Her face grows a huge smile and mine shows a small one.

"I mean he texted me last night but I left my phone at your dorm so I don't know if he's texted me any today."

"I figured you didn't have your phone because I texted you a few times about Mom today and you never replied." She laughs then checks her makeup. "But lunch should be fine. You know I'm here for you if anyone has something to say." I hug her then we walk back out to our parents. We end up staying here for about another thirty minutes then head back to Lindsey's dorm so she can turn in a paper really quick. She already had it written she just needed to submit it.

"I'm sorry guys, I totally forgot about it because of everything that was going on yesterday and today. But it isn't considered late until 11:59 pm tonight." Lindsey says as she unlocks her front door.

I hold my breath and just pray Cameron and everyone else isn't here. Luckily, they aren't. I half jog into my sister’s room and grab my phone and get it out of the night stand I hid it in.

I have twelve missed calls from Micah and eight unread texts from him. I skim over them quickly and delete after I read them. They basically were just more apologies and cussing me out for not replying.

I look at the few Lindsey had sent me about mom before she knew I didn't have my phone and I chuckled.

I have a few from the group message with my friends but I ignore those and look at the last one I have.

- - -

Grayson Dolan

sucks we missed each other this morning. see you at lunch! :)

- - -

I smile at the text and start to type a reply. I remember the video and how he probably hadn't seen it yet when he texted me this so I delete the text, slide my phone in my back pocket, and walk into the living room.

"I guess we should go ahead and get to lunch with Sean, Lisa, and their family." Dad suggests.

"They want to meet at a sea food restaurant on the island so that's probably a good idea, Gregory." Mom confirms.

"Hi! Just four?" The hostess asks my family as we walk in through the double doors of the restaurant. 

"We're actually meeting another family here." Mom corrects her.

"Oh yea! They're already seated. Follow me right this way." I feel my heart racing as we get closer to the large table. Mom and Dad sit on one end with Sean and Lisa. Ethan is sitting at the end of the table, Lindsey takes a seat beside Cameron, and I take the only available seat which happens to be beside Grayson. Blair, however, is missing and there are no extra chairs left.

Where is she?

I keep silent for the most part. I only speak when I order and when I’m spoken to. Towards the end of lunch, Mom gets a phone call so she excuses herself from the table. I roll my eyes as she walks away and I guess Ethan notices. He giggles and I look up to him and Grayson staring at me.

"What was that for?" He asks.

I look down the table and Dad is deep in conversation so I proceed to explain. "She's just always done that. No matter where we are or who we're with, work always comes first. It just gets old after a while." I look back down at my shrimp and take another bite.

"When I graduated high school, she missed me walking across the stage and getting my diploma because something came up with work." Lindsey adds. The boys and Cameron give us apologetic looks.

"She's not a bad mom though," I reassure them, "we never go without and we kind of like that she doesn't hover."

"That's good!" Cameron exclaims.

"Alright guys, I'm sorry to be the one who asks," Lindsey starts and puts her fork down, "but where's Blair?" Cameron snorts and Grayson rolls his eyes. I listen closely because I've honestly been wondering the same thing.

Grayson speaks up first and it takes me off guard for a second. "She sent us some video last night in a group chat and it was just very disgusting. The way she talked about Y/N and made those remarks was way out of line. And the fact she sent it to us because she thought we would find it funny shows she doesn't know us like we thought she did."

"So I broke up with her. We took her to the airport this morning around 10." Ethan adds and looks in my direction. I’m unable to keep eye contact so I look down in my lap for the hundredth time this meal. I feel Grayson's body turn towards me.

"I'm really sorry for the way she acted, Y/N. I hope you don't hate us." I lift my head and smile. Ethan and Grayson are both smiling and it makes me feel a whole lot better.

Now I feel super bad about not texting Grayson back.

After everyone is done eating, it is almost one o'clock. Our parents decided for us all to stick together for the rest of the afternoon.

We end up going back to Savannah and exploring downtown on River Street. It has tons of shops. That's my favorite thing to do– SHOP!

The parents head to a pub and get some drinks. The five of us walk together. We go into a bunch of candy shops and souvenir places. We find a boutique and I basically fall in love with all the clothes.

"Ethan, come with me and Linds to this candy shop down here and Grayson stay with Y/N in the boutique." They both agree with their sister and I grab the last few shirts I want to try on and I head to the dressing room.

"I'm really sorry, I'll be quick!" I say to Grayson as he sits in a chair outside of my door.

"It's really fine. Take your time beautiful." He smiles at me and I get major butterflies in my stomach.

My phone vibrates and I quickly check it before I start changing.

- - -

Lindsey  

ur welcome ;)

- - -

I quietly laugh at my phone then put it down.

Once I'm done checking out, Grayson and I walk across the road to the river. I lean on the railing and look into the water. Grayson does the same. "I really want to apologize again for Blair."

"You can stop apologizing! I swear it's ok." I giggle, placing my hand on his shoulder for reassurance. This is probably the thirteenth time he's said sorry since we talked about it at lunch but I know he just feels bad. "I know what she said didn't come out of your mouth."

"Yeah but she was part of our group and what she says to people represents us. Ethan and I have built our whole fandom around positivity and believing they should put positivity into everything they do. Having her around was just putting us two steps backwards. Thankfully, E broke it off before any of our fans saw it."

"You guys are pretty amazing." I turn to him more and smile, “And I don’t say that about just anyone!”

"But I'm more amazing than Ethan, right?" Grayson giggles a little and I just give him a look. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Ya know," I begin to say, pausing considering if I should even say it at all, "right here, with you, is the happiest I've been in a long time."

Grayson moves closer to me, wrapping me into a hug. My bare arms rub against his t-shirt and my bag from the boutique hits him in his butt.

"Woah there princess, take me out to dinner first." I squeeze him a little tighter, "I'm pretty happy here with you too Y/N." We both let go and he looks in my eyes, looks down at my lips then quickly back into my eyes. His face gets closer to mine and just as I can feel him breathing and I think he's about to kiss me…

"Oh my gosh it's Grayson Dolan!" I hear a screech. We both pull away and look in the direction of the voice.

"Grayson!"

"Gray where's Ethan?"

He's bombarded with questions and cameras in his face. He looks back at me and I give him a huge smile, letting him know it’s ok. This is his life and I'm honestly just some girl he met yesterday. Who am I to be the one who denies his supporters the opportunity to talk to him face-to-face?

If this were thirteen-year-old me and Grayson was Justin Bieber, I would have fainted on the ground– so I understand how they're acting.

Grayson takes a few pictures and answers their questions.

"Are you here visiting Cam?"

"Yes actually!" He replies.

"When are you going back to LA?" A different girl asks.

"Wednesday. Going back to New Jersey tomorrow."

"Where's Eteeweetee?" Another girl again. I assume she means Ethan.

"Somewhere around here. I'm not sure."

"Is she your girlfriend?" He doesn't reply to this one. I don't blame him but he could've just said no. I wouldn't have been offended.

"Alright everyone we got to go. It was nice meeting you all. I love you!" He grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers, and begins pulling me through the sea of girls.

We see Ethan, Cameron, and Lindsey a little ways ahead of us. Once we're out of the crowd, I notice Grayson is still holding my hand. I don't do anything about it though because I'd be crazy to.

He's super sweet and super cute and honestly I hope this isn't just something that only lasts this weekend.

"We met Mom and Dad and they gave us the keys to the car so we can get back to the dorm. They're going to stay down here for a little while." Lindsey says waving the keys in our faces.

Great timing because some of the girls started swarming again when they saw Ethan was here too.

"Let's go amigos!" Cameron says as she skips ahead of us.

"So do you think I'm going to be able to see you again? Ya know, after this weekend is over?" Grayson asks me, breaking the silence between us. We have been sitting in the patio chairs on the balcony of our sisters’ dorm, overlooking the courtyard and the college students bustling below us, for about an hour now. Ethan, Lindsey, and Cameron are inside watching some movie Grayson and I have no interest in.

"Well," I begin to answer Grayson's question, "really that is up to you." I take a sip of my drink and sit it back down on the table between us. I look over at him through my Ray Bans and smile as I study his confused face. "I mean I would love to see you again, but you have to want that too for it to happen." I keep my smile to let him think I was just messing around with him. In reality I am actually trying to figure out what this is and how he feels.

Not that I'm trying to jump into another relationship of any kind but somehow, after these past twenty-four hours, I've grown to really like Grayson. I could see him as a potential boyfriend, yes, but he also lives on the other side of the country most of his time and when he's home, he's still not very close. Regardless, I know for sure I want him in my life even if it's just as a friend.

"You know what Y/N?" Grayson asks as he sits up from his chair and grabs my hand that is draped on the arm rest of my seat.

He intertwines our fingers the way he did earlier in the day.

"What's that Gray?"

"I would love to see you again, too." He kisses the back of my hand and gives me a big cheesy smile. I can’t help but return the cheesy smile too but then I look back out over the courtyard to try to hide my face turning red. That fails though since Grayson continues to stare at me.

"Guys! Check out twitter!" Ethan says running out of the sliding glass door and shutting it back.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Just look!" Ethan replies, still not looking up from his phone. I stand up from my chair and walk inside to grab my phone.

Cameron and Lindsey are nowhere in sight. I pick up my phone and have a texts in a group message from Lindsey.

- - -

Lindsey

cam and I went to get the parents! be back l8r.

Cameron Dolan

Y/N is in charge E & Gray

Ethan Dolan

that's lame

Me

h8rs gonna h8 ;)

Lindsey  

truuuuuuue

- - -

I grab Grayson's phone as well since it’s sitting beside mine and walk back to where the boys were. Ethan had taken my seat so Grayson pats his leg indicating for me to sit in his lap­– so I do.

I sit on his right leg and drape my legs across his left. I hand him his phone and we both go to our twitter apps as if it is choreographed. I first notice that I have a billion new notifications. Then I notice my followers.

"Woah. I had six-hundred followers this morning. Now I have two-hundred thousand?" I’m shocked for obvious reasons. I mean it's not like I have any media that would go viral so why would I be getting so many followers?

"Our fans should be private investigators." Ethan chuckles, "We haven't posted anything with Y/N or followed her on any social media so it's crazy that they had found her so easily!"

Grayson stays silent as we all scrolled through our twitter.

"Should I be worried?" I ask as I turn my phone towards Grayson and then Ethan, showing them one of the tweets I was tagged in.

@DolanStan321 not to be a party pooper but uhhh good luck to @Y/T/N  if she is dating gray. this fandom is hard to get along with.

Grayson's jaw clinches when he reads the words of his fan, and I begin to worry a little.

"Are you gonna tweet something, bro?" Ethan asks.

"Should I?" Grayson questions back. Ethan just shrugged as his response. I stay quiet and continue to stare at my phone–except I’m not on twitter. I’m texting my friends from back home about my current situation since they are blowing up my phone. "It just sucks that I can't have a friend without them assuming things."

Friend.

For some reason that word hurts a little bit... even though that is exactly what I am to him.

Nothing more.

Don't get me wrong, if all Grayson is and ever will be to me is a friend, I'll take it. He's too precious of a human being to be picky about where he's placed in your life.

"Y/N, go retweet my tweet so the people know." Grayson suggests. I nod my head and click on his name from one of the billion tweets we're both tagged in together.

@GraysonDolan Y/N and I are not dating... as of right now.

Boys are so confusing. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

If I'm confused about it right now, I'm sure his fans are as well. But, maybe that's what he wants. He wants them to wonder.

I retweet and like the tweet as I was told and lock my phone.

"Well, in other news. Cam said I'm in charge so I say we go get FroYo!" I stand up from Grayson's lap and start walking in the living room area. The boys follow behind as they agree with my idea. "let me go potty first though." I chuckle then rush to my sister’s bathroom.

I check my face out in the mirror as I'm washing my hands and decide I look fine to go out in public like this. My all black Nike shorts and oversized t-shirt go fine with my 'I-kinda-just-do-not-care' look.

I walk out of the bathroom, turning off the light but slow myself down when I hear talking from the living room. I know I shouldn't eavesdrop but I couldn't help myself.

"E, I know it's crazy but I really like her already. It's weird I know and it will be hard to make it work but I've never been so willing to try with someone." I feel a smile come across my face as I listen to the words I know are coming from Grayson's mouth.

"I can definitely tell, bro. You know I support you in anything you do, bro. I think you should go for it if you really like her."

"I've never felt this way about anyone. Not even Brooke. How do I tell her?"

"That I'm going to let you figure out for yourself." Ethan states with a sigh, "But we leave in the morning to go back to Jersey so just remember that."

I decide to walk out since I had been standing here a little too long. "You guys ready to go?" Grayson stands up off the couch and walks to me.

"Yes ma'am!" He says as he randomly pulls me into a huge hug. I hug him back and feel myself smiling as his scent fills my nose.

Ethan's phone starts to ring, killing the mood a little bit. "It's Blair." he says with no emotion. Grayson and I look at each other and then at his brother. "Should I answer?" he asks.

"Whatever you do, I support you, bro." I smile as I think about the fact Ethan said this to him moments ago. 

I love their relationship.

"I'm going to then just to make sure she made it back ok. You two go ahead, I'll catch up later."

Grayson shrugs and waves at his brother since he is now on the phone with Blair. 

"Well, let's go I guess." Grayson shrugs. We walk to the elevator and wait in silence for the doors to separate. We get in and it is still silent and the doors open at another floor.

Grayson pulls me closer to him to make room for the two girls who are getting on. He moves me in front of him and wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my head. Gray and I are still silent but we hear the girls whispering.

"Yeah I think that is him. He has the earring." Is the only thing I can understand from what they’re saying. I don't turn to them and neither does Grayson. Then, I hear the sound of a camera. That's when I feel Grayson's body move away from mine and turn towards the girls.

"Oh my gosh we are so sorry!" The blonde girl says. She sounds kind of scared but I'm not sure why. I turn and watch what Grayson is doing.

"What's your names?" He asks them politely.

"I'm Katie and this is Ellie." The brunette says and points to her blonde friend.

"We are huge fans!"

"Yeah, like, huge!" Katie adds.

"Well, would you like pictures?" Grayson asks them.

"OH MY GOD YES PLEASE!" Katie screams.

The girls take pictures of each other with Grayson and I just stand there watching. I smile knowing this is making their whole day.

"Can we get a picture with you, Y/N?" Ellie asks. I'm a little taken aback but I nod my head and the girls take their pictures.

Finally, the elevator opens and Grayson grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers for the third time today, and pulling me out with him.

The girls follow closely behind. "It was very nice to meet you two!" Grayson says while we walk away and we both wave. Thankfully, they take his subtle hint and don't follow any longer.

The FroYo place isn't far from the dorm so Grayson and I walk. He keeps my hand held tight and I can’t stop smiling. It’s getting pretty dark, thankfully, so he can't see how giddy I am at the moment.

"I kind of feel bad for Ethan honestly." Grayson says out of nowhere.

"What do you mean?"

"I told him I support him, and I do, but he's going to want to get back together with Blair. He doesn't need to be with her." He paused for a second then continues with his thoughts, "she just makes us look bad but I know he loves her and he’s stuck on who she used to be.” I nod my head.

"Micah, my ex who called over and over again last night, was bad for me too. It took a lot for me to realize it but I was never in love with him like I thought I was." I feel his stare on me. It’s like he wanted me to keep explaining without actually asking me to explain. "Like I said, I thought I loved him but he was just very abusive to me verbally. I didn't realize I didn't deserve to be treated that way. Well, I drove over an hour to his college to surprise him and caught in bed with some other girl." Grayson's grip on my hand gets tighter as if he felt bad for me. "I was upset for about a week but then I was over him. I mean being with someone you 'love' for so long and then a week after it's over, just not feeling anything anymore. He was someone I gave my everything to. My time, my effort, my-”

"Virginity?" Grayson interrupts. I think it’s a little odd that he so openly said this but I really don't mind.

"Yeah, that too." I chuckle out. He doesn't say anything else but gives me that ‘please-keep-explaining’ stare again. So I do.

"Long story short, I gave this guy so much, thought I loved him, then I was over him before I could even blink. I've always been told that you have that first person who shows you how not to love and for me, that person was Micah." Grayson smiles at me and opens the door for me as we reached the FroYo building. "So," I continue as we take our spot in line, "maybe that's what Blair is for Ethan. That person who shows him how not to love. Sadly, he’s going to have to learn that himself."

Grayson nods in agreement, "I sure hope you're right Y/N."

We grab our separate bowls to put our FroYo in and walk up to the separate machines. Grayson gets a mix of flavors and I just got regular cake batter. We scoop our toppings into the containers then went to pay. I insist on paying for both of ours but Grayson swipes his credit card before I could get my cash out.

"Well played, Gray." He gives me a cute little smirk then we walk outside to a bench since it feels so good outside.

"Let me try yours." He says and opens his mouth. I scoop out a good amount with one of all of my toppings on it and put my spoon in his mouth. He makes a face indicating he likes it.

Without me having to ask, he scoops me some of his with his spoon and feeds it to me like I did him.

"Mine is better but yours isn't too bad." I giggle.

"So I guess that means we can't trade?"

"That's a negative." I look down at my own bowl and mixed the toppings in a little more. I cross my legs and get comfortable on the bench. We watch the people walk past on the side walk in front of us and across the street. "What's it like in LA?" I ask since I have never been there.

"It's pretty fun sometimes but I like Jersey better."

"I'm sure. I mean it's your home so I don't blame you."

"Don't get me wrong though, I do love LA. It has so much more to offer than our little town in NJ does." He takes another bite of his FroYo then sits his spoon down in his bowl, "Y/N, can I tell you something?"

"Anything, Grayson." He positions his body so he’s facing me completely which causes me to stop eating my FroYo, too. I sit it down on the bench beside me and stare into his hazel orbs.

"This is probably really stupid," he starts breaking the eye contact, "but for some reason I feel like you were put in my life for a reason. I've known you for not even two full days and my feelings for you are stronger than they've ever been for anyone I've ever met." I feel my insides rumbling with butterflies and my cheeks blushing. I pick his chin up with the hand that isn’t intertwined with his and bring his eyes back to mine.

"Nothing about that was stupid, Gray. Especially because I feel the exact same way." My hand leaves his chin but he is still eye-to-eye with me. He begins getting closer and closer to me and my eyes naturally shut. Our lips are inches apart and we are about to kiss each other until:

"Gray! Y/N! There you two are!" Grayson and I pop up and see Ethan running towards us. "Have you checked your social medias?"

"Nope. Been kinda busy bro." Grayson says through gritted teeth.

"Oops." Ethan chuckles out, "but look." He turns his phone towards us and shows a picture of Grayson and I in the elevator. I guess that's the picture those girls got when Grayson had his arms around me and his chin resting on my head.

Grayson grabs the phone and smiles.

"You gotta admit, it's a pretty cute picture of us." He pulls out his phone and goes to his own twitter app so I do the same thing.

@ogdolarstan so did grayson straight up lie to us about dating that girl?

That girl.

Is that who I am known as now?

@graysarmpithair why's everyone freaking out? if grayson is dating her, there's nothing we can do but support the relationship.

I kind of feel a little sick looking at all of the replies so I lock my phone and sit it down in my lap. I think Grayson notices so he puts his phone down too and grabs my hand.

"Hey," Grayson squeezes a little to get my attention– as if he didn't already fully have it, "don't let them get to you. The fans are super over protective. I don't want them to scare you away from me."

I couldn't help but smile at his words. I look up at him and don't know what else to say. I’m not sure how to thank him for reassuring me that he wants this.

If we had kissed already, I would have pecked his lips to thank him but that was rudely interrupted.  

I notice Ethan had walked into the FroYo place to get his serving since he missed out.

"Thank you, Gray." I look deep into his eyes, letting him know how much I really appreciated him. Then, our moment starts to happen again. He brakes our eye contact, looks down at my lips again, then back to my eyes. Before I know it, he’s leaning in again. I start to do the same, closing my eyes for the second time as well. And, as if they were made for each other, our lips meet.

Finally.

That's all I can think. Finally, he kissed me but also finally I’m able to see how I really feel about Grayson.

I don't want to admit it, especially after such a short period of time, but I have fallen for Grayson Dolan.

We finally made it back to the dorm with Ethan and both our sisters were back. 

"How were the rents?" Ethan asks. Lindsey and Cameron look at each other and start laughing. 

"Oh, they were something!" Lindsey giggles.

"They were pretty wasted!" Camron states.

It’s about 12:30 and we all are sitting in the living room, talking, playing games and enjoying each other’s company. Grayson and I haven’t left each other’s side all night and I'm sure our sisters have noticed. 

"How cool is it gonna be," Cameron begins, "me and you are best friends and now our siblings are going to date!" I feel my face get red as I look down in my lap and laugh. 

"We're officially stuck with each other forever!" Lindsey says as she jumps up out of her seat. 

"You two are insane," Ethan rolls his eyes playfully, "but right. I can't wait to have Y/N stuck in my life forever."

"Woah now," I hear Grayson speak up, "don't jinx us. We aren't even official yet."

"YET!" They all three screamed in unison. 

We sit around for about thirty more minutes before Cameron and Lindsey stand up, indicating they were going to bed. "Y/N, I'm sleeping with Cam tonight so you and Gray can have my bed." and with that they are both gone. 

I know Lindsey wasn't lending us her bed for sexual reasons, she just wants to give us more time with each other since Ethan is half asleep on one of the couches already. We both stand up and walk to my sister’s room. He closes the door and walks over to me sitting on the bed. 

"I'm so tired but I want as much time I can get with you as possible." He lays beside me on the bed and drapes his arm around my waist. 

"You're too cute, Gray." I say as I play with his hair. "Go to sleep though. You have to be up early." 

"Alright," he groans and I reach over to turn off the lamp. We make ourselves comfortable and he cuddles me from behind.

"Goodnight pretty girl, sleep good." He kisses my cheek then he was out like a light. 

Goodnight Grayson.

I know Grayson is trying hard not to wake me as he gets up to leave, but I don't want him to leave without me saying goodbye to him. I mean, who knew when I'd see him next?

I feel him lean down and softly kiss my forehead. Before he can walk away, I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him. He picks me up and wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap my legs around his body. 

"I'm going to miss you so much beautiful." He speaks softly as he holds me in his arms. I feel the butterflies fill my stomach and a smile grows across my face. I look up him to let him know I'd miss him too. He continues looking at me and I can't help but stare back.

His face is as perfect as his heart and I really can't believe how lucky I am to even have gotten to meet this beautiful soul.

Grayson leans in slightly to kiss me and I meet him in the middle.

We kiss for a few minutes and we somehow end up back on the bed. We lay there for another few minutes, Grayson hovering over the top of me, not breaking the connection of our lips.

"Bro, Mom & Dad are here to get us, let's go!" Ethan says through the closed door with a light knock.

"Alright," Grayson drops his head, speaking towards the door, "I'll be there in a minute." Ethan doesn’t say anything else so he looks back at me. Laying on his side and me laying on mine. "You're perfect."

He pecks my lips before I can respond.

"Nobody's perfect, Gray." I give him a soft smile and caress his face. We stare in each other’s eyes for about thirty seconds before he brakes the silence.

"Promise me something, Y/N?"

"Anything."

"I know this is going to be hard, but please don't give up on me. On us." I’m taken aback for a moment but I really start to realize that Grayson's feelings for me were equally as strong as mine are for him. 

"I promise you, there's no way I will ever give up on this, Gray."

We seal it with a kiss and he begins to get up again. Part of me is very upset that the time for him to leave has finally came. But I also know we would have to deal with this eventually. 

I jump up and wrap my arms around his neck one more time. I kiss him slowly to let him know how serious I am about him. 

Once we let go of each other, he heads towards the door and I follow.

"You ready?" Ethan asks as his brother comes into view. 

"I guess." Grayson lightly replies, sounding a little bummed. I walk over to Ethan and hug him goodbye. 

"I'm sure I'll see you soon." He says into the hug, letting out a little laugh. 

"Oh you will," I giggle and look over at Grayson, "don't get my favorite boy in any trouble.”

"What do you mean? He's the trouble maker." Ethan gasps.

"I’m so glad I met you.” Grayson whispers before they walk out of the door. 

I hug him again and kiss him one last time. 

Oh how I wish I could just spend every moment with that perfect boy.

I walk back into Lindsey's room and see Grayson's shirt he took off before we went to sleep last night on the ground. 

Smiling to myself as I pick it up, I debate running down the hall way to give it to Grayson as an excuse to see him once more before he’s miles and miles away.

I decide not to so that I’m able to keep it with me, as if I have part of Grayson with me at all times.

Even though I haven’t officially admitted it out loud, I know I love him. That short but oh-so-strong four letter word really works in mysterious ways and I’m just glad it has worked out in my favor.

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THE VERSE OF THE FOURTH LINI

IN THE BEGININGS WERE THE LINIS AND THE LIGHT AND THE TWAIN LIVED MIGHTILY PEACEFUL AMONG THE OTHERS IN THE MUDDY VIOLETS AND MYSTERY OF THAT TIME WHEN THE VEGETABLES ROSE EARLY AND CRISP AND CRUNSHY ON THE OUTER PORTIONS AND VERY SUITABLE FOR THE PICKLING ENTERPRISES OF THE MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER AND GRANDAUNT LINIS OF THE LEFTERN-MOST BANK OF THE ALJEENTO TIDES WHICH WERE THERE VARIOUS BROOKS SPRUNG UP BETWEEN THE LINI TIDES AND WITH ALL OF THAT CAME THE USUAL RESENTMENTS ABOUT NATURE AND THE IMPETUS BEYOND IT AND BEYOND THAT THE FEAR OF NO IMPETUS AT ALL. BUT THE LINIS DURING THAT TIME WERE KNOWN QUITE WELL IN THE SANDWICH TRADE WITH A BREAD GRILLED AS FINELY AND PRECISELY AS ANY OF THE PHOENICIANS WHO WERE LET US NOT BOTH FORGET TO ADD GREAT MASTERS OF THE SANDWICH TREAT IN THIS REGION AT THAT TIME AND FOR ALTOGETHER VERY SIMILAR REASONS. TWO LINIS HAD COME BEFORE AND WERE QUICKLY OVERTAKEN IN THE TRIBAL WARS BETWIXT EM AND THE PHOEBES WHO EVERYONE KNOWS WERE AS SICK AS COULD BE. ANYWAY THERE WAS A THIRD LINI MR GREGORY L REAL NICE GUY BUT AT THIS POINT NO ONE REALLY CONSIDERING HIM MUCH. THE FOURTH LINI MADE A REAL SPLASH ON THE TENTH OF JUNIO SET UP THERE ON THE AMPHITHEATER WITH THE BLACK PEPPER STARS AND THE PINK OBOE OF DOOM AND THE GIANT GESTICULATIONS OF TREVELYAN JONES SR REAL NICE LINI HE WAS NUMERO QUarto

AND THEN LITTLE JIMMY ASKED WHERE DID THE ADMIRAL COME FROM AND GRANMAMA SALADBOWL MCSNELLENS ALEXANDRA TOLD HIM PULL UP A CHAIR LITTLE JIMMY AND SHE SPINS A YARN. A LONG TIME AGO THERE WAS A BOAT FLOATING IN THE SALTY OCEAN AND THE BOAT WAS CALLED THE PUMPKIN EXPRESS AND IT WAS CARRYING A SEVERAL LOAD OF SALAD GREENS AND OLIVE OIL AND ITALIAN VEGETABLES. AND THERE WAS ALSO SALT. AND A MAN NAMED THINLIPS DANIEL OF KRAKOW SAT AND SAT. HE WATCHED THE WAVES AND TENDED TO THE APPLE ORCHARD THAT WAS ALSO ON THE BOAT BECAUSE IT WAS A LARGE BOAT BUILT BY A MAN NAMED NOAH AND THERE WERE MAN ANIMALS AND THE BOAT HAD A VERY LONG FLAT PLACE WITH LOTS OF DIRT AND THEY CALLED IT AN ORCHARD AND GODDANGIT THINLIPS SAT AND HE SAT AND HE THOUGHT TO HIMSELF AS HE WATCHED THE WAVES GODDANGIT IM HUNGRY FOR AN APPLE AND SO HE PLANTED ONE. WHEN THE APPLES WERE FAT AND FOIM HE PLUCKED ONE OF THEM DOWN FROM THAT THERE TREE AND PULLED OUT HIS FAVORITE KNIFE. AND YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID NEXT. HE PEELED THE SKIN OF THAT APPLE AND HE SHOWED IT TO HIS YOUNGEST DAUGHTER LIBRA SKELLINGTON THE FOURTH AND SHE GIGGLED AND HE TOLD HER THAT'S AN APPLE WHEEL HONEY AND THEN HE FELL ASLEEP. LATER THAT NIGHT LIBRA SKELLINGTON THE FOURTH WENT DOWN TO PET THE ANIMALS AND SHE SAW A LOAF OF BREAD HANGING FROM A RHINO'S SNAGGLETOOTH AND HE WAS A KIND RHINO NAMED BIG BOY AND HE COUGHED UP A LUGEY AND THAT BREAD LOAF SLIDES OFF THAT SNAGGLETOOTH LIKE IT WAS NOTHING. AND SHE PICKS UP THE BREADLOAF AND SHE PLACES A SMALL SLICE OF APPLEWHEEL AND THEN SHE GOES UP TO THE GARDEN AND GATHERS THOSE NICE ITALIAN VEGETABLES AND SUDDENLY SHE REALIZED SHE LEFT HER TANGY SANDWICH SAUCE IN THE CROWS NEST. SO SHE CLIMBS UP TO THE CROWS NEST AND THERE'S A MAN THERE NAMED ADMIRAL LINI THE FIFTH AND SHE'S NEVER MET HIM DADDY IM SCARED But DADDY CANT HERE HER HES DOWN THERE A SLEEPIN AND WATCHIN THE WAVES AND THE ADMIRAL TELLS HER DONT YOU WORRY CHILD I HAVE AN EXTRA SACHET OF SANDWICH SAUCE IN HIS RUCKSACK AND HE PULLS IT OUT AND THERE YOU HAVE IT. A NICE AND TANGY SAUCE FOR HER SANDWICH AND SHE SLATHERS IT AND SMEARS IT AND STICKS IT IN A STEW AND THE STEW WAS BOILING IN A POT NEXT TO THE RHINOS PEN AND SHE WORRIED WILL THE BUBBLING BUBBLES WAKE HIM UP? BUT HE JUST LAYS THERE SLEEPING LIKE A LOG. WOW SHE THINKS IM GOING TO MAKE A SANDWICH STEW AND EVERYONE TOLD ME IT WASNT POSSIBLE BUT LOOK AT ME WAHOO IM MAKING SANDWICH STEW. THE ADMIRAL CAME DOWN FROM HIS NEST CRYING TEARS OF JOY THATS MY GIRL THATS MY GIRL! AND SHE LOWERED THE SANDWICH INTO THE STEW BUT THEN SHE FELL ASLEEP AND WHEN SHE WOKE UP THE BREADLOAF WAS BURLED DOWN INTO A SLURRY AND SHE LAUGHED A HEARTY BELLY LAUGH AND THEN THINLIPS DANIEL OF KRAKOW WOKE UP. HE SAW A CLOUD THAT LOOKED LIKE AN ELEPHANT AND THEY ALL LAUGHED AND LAUGHED AND THATS HOW ADMIRAL LINI CAME TO BE KNOWN AS THE SAMWICH CHEF DU JOUR OF THE SEVEN CEASER SALADS AND ALSO THE BEEF CHILI ISLANDS AND THE STROGANOFF ATOLL. 

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All About Plastic Surgery Procedures And Facelift

By Gregory Evans

We are all on the race against time, and it shows. Although it is something that must be taken as natural and a matter of course, a lot of people find it hard to see it as so. In other words, they are on a spree of denial, pushing back the inevitable to many years back. However, theres nothing wrong with it per se, and it even has the advantage of making its patients more confident than ever before. Were talking about Facelift Houston. Also called rhytidectomy, this aesthetic surgical procedure basically aims to actuate a younger facial appearance for those who want to undertake it. Specifically, it aims to do away with the wrinkles, skin folds, and other sagging features on the face, from the cheeks to the jawline, or just about any changing feature on the face that has been brought about by old age. The procedure for facelifts depends on the individual needs of the patient. There are non invasive or non surgical procedures, actually. That is the case with exercise routines. However, it can also be taken as a supplement to the surgery. Anyway, the point is that there are many gradations in a person needs. Anyway, where were talking about the surgery per se, then its all about pulling back the flap of skin, all the while keeping contouring in mind, and then the excess skin is removed, after which the flap is sutured close. There are many practices when it comes to this procedure. That is, theres quite a lot of surgical techniques and also exercise routines. Thats all down on the surgeon or physician. The important thing to keep in mind is that everything must jibe well, not just with the patients specifications and particularities, but also with his or her health state and condition. There are all the reasons under the sun to do facelifts, to each his own. Because of reasons attributed to aging, the skin becomes loose and loose and less elastic. Fat deposits are decreased in certain areas and increase in the others. Therefore, many people with different facial skin conditions stand to benefit from this procedure. When not assessed properly in the pre consultation, and the surgeon and patient push through anyway, then there might develop some postoperative risks and complications. This is an imbroglio, if you ever think of one. And then theres the finger pointing and blaming, and God forbid, litigation, which is, needless to say, bad for practice. It gives the whole surgical enterprise a bad rep as well. Perhaps you have long been considering undergoing this procedure but are scared of the perceived pain. You really need not worry, as all these procedures are done under the duration of general anesthesia, if not a deep twilight sleep. Thats embarrassingly obvious. However, it would be good nonetheless to simply point that out. What you should probably worry about are the complications that could ensue if you dont take good care. Therefore, preparation is crucial here. This stretches from the preliminaries, right from the time of choosing your plastic surgeon. Of course, for comforts sake, only the best can be good enough. Have someone who is thorough in prepping you. At most, you will be asked about your medical history and made to undergo an exam. This should be across the board, taking to account the conditions you had the surgeries youve undergone in the past. He or she will review your medication, do a facial exam, and of course, set straight your expectations. The rest is all down to you. Make sure that you follow all directions and recommendations down pat, especially when theyve been set by your doctor. You will have to discontinue certain supplements and medication, avoid certain diets, and some such. If you have the will to make it through these procedures, then you must go by all the standard ways and means. Its all for your own good and for successfully recreated youthful good looks.

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